How things have changed between us
since the last time we parted ways,
I no longer see that swagger in your walk
nor that glint of mischief on your face

How life must have played tricks on us
since that last hello that we said
No more fears written all over my face,
nor visions of love dancing inside my head

How strange the way Fate ultimately plays us
like pieces on its worn-out chess board
Sometimes the moves are way too savvy
yet there are those done by one, as if now bored.

Once your luck was placed high above mine –
or so it seemed then to you and me
but Fate had other ideas and swept that board clean,
held you down for what seemed like eternity

Now here we are again tonight
as we sit across each other in silence
You in your place and I in mine
There’s no more time for pretense

For things have changed ever so subtly
and we’re no longer the same as we were before
How you and I have grown apart so quickly
You’re no longer the man that I once longed for.

Still Growing


Growing up is such a wonderful thing
a blissful affair, wrought with worries imagined
One day, the sun rises and as usual, it sets
We laugh it seems for hours, then suddenly lost in distress

Bursting forth from our shells, we flourish
Exuding such wit, such charm
Then dark days set upon us and we despair
lost in the wasteland of our minds, respite nowhere.

But in our hearts we come to find
treasures for so long, overlooked
We’ve searched in all the wrong places all this time
Untrained soloists with all the rhythm but no rhyme

Grown up, yet still growing, we travel ever on
Through high roads and low roads, to no roads at all
And with lessons in hand, we strive to create
through high roads and no roads, onwards to our fate.


Live your life according to you
Live your dreams the way you always want to
Follow the path no one has yet created
Carve out your niche for the successful never waited

Expect pain to lie in wait
in the path ahead of you
Persevere and don’t give up
This I know to be true

For success comes to those
who always keep trying
Get up and stand up,
wipe away the tears you’ve been crying

Live up your dreams
and never let them go
Hold fast to that vision
that only you will ever know

For tomorrow will certainly come
waiting for someone like you
Keep that dream alive
Let your heart always remain true.


A few days ago, I found a box filled with poetry I wrote in the early 90’s.  It’s interesting to see how I don’t write poetry like this anymore, and so I’m putting them up as I find them (and trying my best not to edit them to death) and as a reminder to myself of how I used to see the world once upon a time.