Touching...

As it can be...
The girl who sees only me..

Apart so much as we may be...
Closest of all but we seem..

Girls of strength we both are...
Yet age has toned both of us...

Her silent care touches me so deep...
Protecting me from hurt within...

Hurt that I've been thru and thru...
My days alternate pink and blue...

Without risks I shall not live...
For I must follow what I believe...

Curiousity buried deep in me...
Yet love burns so strongly...

Afraid of having something new...
Withold intensly while in review...

Backlogs I proceed to clear...
Before the fresh beginning's here...

I thank god for my optimism...
For failure has not killed my love...

Please give me strength and direction...
To be there in the right fashion...

And give her strength to pull thru...
The difficult times like a bull...

The signs are clear..

Back to orchestra I go...

Home...

feels so strange... like so unfamiliar now... i've been away for four weeks out of the last five...

taking the mrt feels like sightseeing now..

i still love my home... its good to come back to mummy's love and pampering... granny's praises and singing... and not so yummy but comforting home cooked food..