Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Valentine's Day
To everyone out there with someone, Happy Valentine's Day. This post is not for you, haha juz kidding. Well, as promised, this is my post on Valentine's Day. I'm part of the bleeding lonely hearts club, so u know what to expect. This day is one of the most confusing day of all. On one side, you have the happy ppl, on the other, you have the "leave me alone" ppl. I don't know where I belong, seeing other ppl happy, I also happy. Knowing I dun have "someone" there, I also "leave me alone". I like things that are beautiful, so I hope i can continue to see the happiness that will uplift my spirits. Though alone, with a constant bombardment of reminders, I hope i won't be miserable, and that i'll bounce back up with my zany personality again.
Valentine's Day
Today is valentine's day. All along the streets, lovers stroll hand in hand. The ladies carry a bouquet of roses given by their beloved. The men carry with them the smile of pride and joy. The streets are filled with jubilation. Sighs of love can be heard a mile away. However, with so many lovers , with so many romances, a single soul wanders the streets alone.
With no mate and no partner, no friends and no lovers, this one soul ventures far deep within the city. The scintillating stars and mesmerising street lights do little more than taunt this one poor soul. Still without a care of his pain, he carries on searching for the love of his life. Couples block the boulevard as they impatiently await their seats for their reservations. He creeps between them unnoticed. Not even one eye from the throngs of lovers left their partners to feel pity for him. Even if they did, he couldn't be bothered. Their sympathy is the last thing he needs, it would only rub salt into his lacerated heart.
Music flood the air, and adds to the romantic ambiance. Lovers, still with their hands intertwined, sigh at the ballads played. Love is in the air indeed. Passion, intimacy and companionate love all combined in a lovely consummation. A rhapsody in harmony, perfect in melody, if you heard the music of Valentine's day, you too will be enchanted by its beauty. That one soul, lost in the tempo, lost in the rhythm, only sighs as he thinks how wonderful it is. He turns to see the source of the music: Baskers playing on their instruments. The marvel of the music is how they can convey so much in its single octave.
Peering into the restaurants, he sees the wonder of it all. Wine and roses, by a candlelit table, Violinist in suits serenading to the couples. The dim lighting makes him feel weak and vulnerable. How beautiful it is to be loved and to love. Nothing in this world as sweet as two people lost in each other's saccharine smile. He was totally immersed in the loveliness of it all that is until he was chased away from the window. Apparently, he was making some of the customers uncomfortable. Perhaps, lovers lost in their happiness do not want to see a despondent soul.
He carried on with his wandering, stopping by a florist. So much lovely flowers there( much not many because what is said through a flower is uncountable) that he stood in awe. Bouquets of roses, of tulips, daffodils, of camellias and violets, so much more in fact. The bedazzling colours, the sweet smells and of course the delicate petals, all these speak of a love so true.
He had loved but he lost. It could have been so good, but she went away with another. Like many a men who lived, he couldn't express his love. Not through flowers and gifts, not through kind deeds and words, inexperienced and confused, he only stood there watching as he gave the best thing in his life away. His happiness was not to be, not until her happiness he saw fulfilled. Still, though he saw her happiness, he lost the greatest part of him.
Into a park he wandered, far from where he started, in fact it was in the fringe of the city already. So lost, he wandered aimlessly; so tired, he dragged his feet. Where is the objective of his roads, which destination he does not know. In the park, late at night, all around were lovers whispering sweet nothings to one another, others had their hands busy with you know what. Disgusted, he walked pass these people, right across the park. The wind sings a lovely ballad, only to tear his heart further. The rustling leaves above, the twinkling skies above, oh what a sight to behold, if only he had stopped to looked at them.
Just when he was so lost in his sorrow, he heard the resounding cry that thundered across the streets. “Brown, there you are! Oh, where have you been? Its been three days since you've gone. Oh, how I miss you so. Don't ever leave me again.”
This soul, no longer lonely and sad, salivated all over his owner's face with a love and joy that not even the lovers today could have.
Well, through so many years, Brown, you were always there for me. Though now you are gone, still in my heart u'll remain. All the times I was sad, u were there with those eyes that peer into my soul, you understand me and comfort me. No one could have the empathy u have. I love you Brown. Sorry Sparky, you can't replace him.
A tribute to Brown ( My best dog from 1994-2002)
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