Alter egos

There are more people than me inside me. And sometimes I wonder, who is the real me?

Musings from the past

There is a house on the hills where you and I can stay. There is peace and quite. Only we have to be careful not to disturb that peace by our human failings. Let us try to be ourselves and not change for others. Let us try to keep the spark alive as it was on the day it was lit. I am here not because I am supposed to be here or because I am trapped here, but because I would rather be here than anywhere else in the world.

nothingness

Love somehow seems too momentary
for one to have ideas of permanence
about it. Our eyes met, that’s all!

in memory(Joey's immortal poems)

to forget

To forget is to remember.
The memories they come gushing
however hard you try to hold back.
Its better to carry your memories along than to forget.

The waiting

Have waited too long
think i have missed the bus
well,its time to get moving.

the wanderer

why did I seek happiness
when all along it was in me.
Why did I seek companionship
in spite of being surrounded by people.
why did I seek solitude
even when the silences were too frequent.
why was I a wanderer in search of that elusive something
when what I seek was always within my reach.

Silences

The only possessions man has are
a stretch of road in this uneasy town,
some sentences that neither sting nor sing,
a sad sense of speeding time
and an armful of silence.
- An excerpt from the many poems of my immortal friend, Joey.