Torn Up

A flicker from an outside post made her thoughts back into her reality.

But whenever she’s seeing through the window pane it makes her feel the painful gust of her own lonely reality.

The musing never ended, it is on the contrary, make every single part of her body embrace the unchangeable truth

of her lonesome days.

She feel naked and vulnerable to any kind of self-destruction motives.

No matter how hard she call his name it is worthless.

 

The only source of her strength is her arms hugging herself tightly. As if any moment from now,

will break her into pieces that can’t be no longer rebuilt.

A plea of mixed outburst suddenly leave her numbing being,

“In this cold and cruel world you’ve left me, a hope of you coming back to my arms

is still endlessly running to my mind.”

 

While the tears are continuously traveling through her cheeks.

Her mind is fixed that, no matter what

His endpoint will always be her…

 

The pain of waiting eternally without any security of returning is her only dependence.

 

 

The Capulets, the Montagues and their Neverending Yet Dubious Feud

Feud. It all started with the raging quarrel between two of the well-known and powerful families in Verona during that time. Neither the Prince, nor the religious people could reconcile them. But, it is only by the death of their children they’ve realized that the low-rate and shabby war between them must be put to an end.

The conflict started way before the Montagues and Capulets could remember it. It may sound ancient and trivial to other people around Verona but for these two clans it is a matter of dignity, power, life and, death. It is said that the Prince of Verona himself tried reuniting them but no matter what, they end up fighting and slaughtering in disagreement. All efforts in making these two kins be at peace with each other is just too impossible to do.

The Prince could not manage to wage his alliance to one party because he, as the leader and ruler of Verona, ought to unify and pledge equality to each and every people under his governance. Also, he can’t deny the fact that Montagues and Capulets have grown dear to him, so dear that he could not just simply give up any of them. They sure are both good and loyal followers, comrades, confidantes and friends in his reign.

But what’s really bothering is why of all people or clans, do these two have an unwavering dislike to each other? It may sound absurd but haven’t any or all of the people heard; and read their story have been wondering what are these two powerful families are fighting for?

And so, a little research won’t really harm. Type here, search there, read that, study those. Apparently, the very reason why these two clans are battling is nowhere to be found. Meaning? No constructive or even hearsay “cause,” for the feud they are involved with. It surely is funny to think that the very author of this famous tragedy-love story of all time, may it be in the ancient [by ancient it means even before Shakespeare created this as a play, which popularized it more after he did] or present times or who knows might as well in the future, had forgotten to mention where does the conflict of these two quarreling families came from.

Yes, the love story sure is one thing, but wouldn’t it be more truthful if and only if, the followers of this well-loved story knew where these families are rooting their hatredness towards each other? Somehow, it’ll give them a more concise and understanding on why do they have to hate each other so much, so much that they are even willingly sacrifice the happiness of their own flesh and blood.

Come to think of it, is a life so dear to the family enough to sacrifice just to go up against one another? Is it worth it enough to let hate and resentment reign towards them that, they are even ready give up the one true happiness of their children?

Well, it is definitely just a mere thought coming from a curious yet cryptic mind. And just like how the idea started the answer on the question remains unsolved and unanswered.

A Ballad for the Beloved

Through your eyes I saw serenity and hope

Through those smiles I’ve felt true and immeasurable happiness

In a span of not-so-long-ago

But then,

Time and distance is something I cannot control myself.

I’ve lived through thousands and millions of years yet no matter what it’ll never work out.

Everything I’ve heard of you just makes this feeling stronger.

I may not be with you but eternally, I always think that we were made for each other.

The night is yours

The day is mine.

Together we build the day.

The day that seems to be the infinite sign that

I will never leave your side, no matter what.

I have loved you ever since.

Nothing will ever challenge that.

Your timidness, the way you shine so brightly makes it more magical.

Just a moment of glimpse from you to me, will be enough for me to wait for another rounds of years

to make that eclipse happen again.

To you my dearly Luna,

I can wait years and years and years.

Just for you,

to you my Beloved.