I have trodden
On many a treacherous paths,
Though not treacherous--
in the treacherous sense,
Yet treacherous e'er they were.
In thine perilous web..
Thou hath me enthralled,
From mine own true self..
Was I forever stonewalled.
At last! Eyes wide!
I saw of that which was left in hide..
The gleam of youth doth time delay,
The plight of life in molt portray.
Love cures,
Supposing love..
Lasting patience holds.
Many a times..
Likewise..
Love doth not suffice.
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
On Looking Inward
I look at myself today...
And realize all the gray..
All the long hard strewn flare,
Is showing itself off at bare.
All the joy and the pain...
Intermingled..
and interplayed.
So...I asked this at myself today,
"Have I got a wee to vouch for..
at my narrow self designated way?"
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
And realize all the gray..
All the long hard strewn flare,
Is showing itself off at bare.
All the joy and the pain...
Intermingled..
and interplayed.
So...I asked this at myself today,
"Have I got a wee to vouch for..
at my narrow self designated way?"
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Monday, June 27, 2011
A Teenager's Freedom
Freedom is just a word,
A thing which is only heard.
When Freedom is everything,
Ah, then I’ll have wings.
But don’t you know it’s far?
Don’t you know there’re bars?
Freedom comes only to those,
Who wholeheartedly propose.
And it stays so short,
All I could do is snort.
So why fancy this rot?
When it reaches not!!!
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
(composed some time in 1981, after graduating from high school)
A thing which is only heard.
When Freedom is everything,
Ah, then I’ll have wings.
But don’t you know it’s far?
Don’t you know there’re bars?
Freedom comes only to those,
Who wholeheartedly propose.
And it stays so short,
All I could do is snort.
So why fancy this rot?
When it reaches not!!!
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
(composed some time in 1981, after graduating from high school)
Lingering Ghost
Alas! This lingering Ghost,
Thou canst not so boast!
In thine own self
Truly are thee engrossed,
Neglecting our hearts
Slighting our Innermost.
Through clime and years
Lives lived in fears.
Through storms and calms,
We found our balms.
Ever relenting…
Ever consenting…
And ever condescending...
Yet forever and ever...
...tormenting.
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Thou canst not so boast!
In thine own self
Truly are thee engrossed,
Neglecting our hearts
Slighting our Innermost.
Through clime and years
Lives lived in fears.
Through storms and calms,
We found our balms.
Ever relenting…
Ever consenting…
And ever condescending...
Yet forever and ever...
...tormenting.
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Labels:
fear,
ghost,
narcissism,
narcissist,
poem,
poetry,
self-engrossed,
surrender
Monday, May 30, 2011
Lend Me..
Lend me a smile
Love me a while
Cast me a spell
Shh Shh...
I won't tell
Make me a promise
That nothing be amiss
Keep me enchanted
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Love me a while
Cast me a spell
Shh Shh...
I won't tell
Make me a promise
That nothing be amiss
Keep me enchanted
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Think 'New!'
We talk of improving the circumstances surrounding us yet we are reluctant in improving ourselves; our lives therefore remain stagnant. As a result, we feel bound, restricted and suffocated. We feel like we're trapped in a spinning wheel. The fact of it is...circumstances can and will change. It has to start from ourselves...our thoughts and our actions. We need a new approach in thinking. We need a new outbreak in action. This is the only way to escape from an impasse.
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Charade
Charade...what is it for?
Is it to bemuse and ruse?
To best disguise our pain?
Or is it to fool ourselves...
Into thinking, we are alright?
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
Is it to bemuse and ruse?
To best disguise our pain?
Or is it to fool ourselves...
Into thinking, we are alright?
-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
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