silence is also music.

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

this poem is inspired by the character keko in the book, veronica. enjoy.

different view

i see the bright lights at night,
from my apartment room,
through the only window
that started my love
for this city.

and through this window,
my life starts and ends
with the swish of a curtain
and a new day is only
a window away.

i always look at the tallest building,
with my head turned upward,
eyes squinted to shade the sun
another day just begun,
right from this very window.

i glance down to see the people,
like watching ants, they appear so small,
and i wonder if they are looking back at me
thinking that i look like an ant,
too.

the world out there lining the horizon,
looks like a painting in my room
i once had, thinking that if i could paint this city,
the people would come to life
and move.

i smile because i can realize the importance
of this view, so few experience the world
like i do. i know.

i laugh because people don't believe me
when i say i can see the city
better than they. but i can.

more than they can imagine,
more than they will ever know.

i am blind.

(c)2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {6:26 AM}

to a poet

sometimes words do more damage
for the broken-hearted,
yet spark an inspiration
for a poet.
but if we poets write when love so dear is lost,
do we brainstorm out of despair or joy?

and if these words are not worth the time,
are we wasting our lives away
contemplating on the what-ifs that never were?
or is it that we are wasting the words
so precious, as they slip past our ears
or through our grip?

ah, we poets.
to a scentist, we are gibberish,
to a mathematician, an idealist.
and to everyone else, a liar.
but oh, no-- to ourselves, we are heroes.
we are.
so we be.
(c)2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {6:09 AM}

subdued desire

entrancing, sometimes, the way
you look at me and say
not a word. but your face, yes your face
says it all.

and i see it in my sleep, all the time
all the time, and so sublime
unlike any other character, no;
no one could beat me down
and lift me up simultaneously.
only a power you possess.

i've experienced the befores
before the afters,
and the wishes not granted,
though completely committed
were unbearable.

greed took me over,
a tsunami like no other
and blew me away.
where is that way
back?

then you introduced me a different kind
of desire, so much for my blind
heart. and no longer do i endure
the wounds so severe,
they have healed.

and it's magical. the anxiety eraced,
our future already traced
into what we want it to be,
no longer are we lonely.
together,

we beat the odds.
(c)2003 mai kozai

silence is also music. {3:44 AM}