Midnight Affair:2
You might have realised that our secret rendezvous almost always begin past midnight. Thus the title.
Tonight, i’d like to share with you a little not-so-dirty secret. I love it when someone gazes into my eyes and whenever they talk to me, they look so deeply into my eyes. Its like, i feel so engaged and mesmerized; like a cobra enticed by it’s charmer. My eyes are a shade lighter than brown but a shade darker than hazel. I wonder how many actually know that if you look closely around the iris, you can see gorges and some sort of lines. Only a handful of people have actually managed to look me in the eye and vice versa without making me too uncomfortable. Look at me in the eye, look at me and let your words flow. Look at me and tell me what you see, have you ever wondered why i look this way? When Vou look into my eyes, i feel like i am suspended in a moment of daze. Everything else is secondary, what matters is that we never break this special connection we share. Looking into Vou’s eyes, takes me away;windswept into an alternative world. Somewhere away from the haunts of screaming alarm clocks and monsters calling our name. An alternative universe an aspiring journalist like me long to create through writing and dreaming.
I’ll share with you something i wrote a couple of months back.
"Take me far, take me faraway. Take me far, take me faraway. Take me to the disco floor, take me far and dance on air. On a night like this i feel like dancing in mid air, i feel like floating in the sky."
Insanity
Trapped in hallowed halls
And widowed minds
Populated by cruel, twisted shadows
Etched on every alley
Hideous thoughts, polluting the air
You know how it feels
To be silenced by death
To be silenced to death
To be silenced in death
Left lonesome for eternity
Alone,
The only company being people like you
Those who only exist in their imagination
We are only hallucinations and blurred figures to those who can’t see
Beyond the mundane
Scarred and sown, violated
Bruised and shaken, we still care
Fragments of memories still intact but
Our sanity forever fractured
Lowered to scribbling words
Beyond comprehension to the troubled minds
Completely foreign to your kind
They, who are filled with twisted thoughts and sick imagination
Here we stand, broken and shattered
Trapped in these webs we’ve weaved
Fortified by insanity
We are alone
With only you and me to hold on to.
Danial Irsyaduddin
1/9/07
Dedicated to the girl who has talent and inspiration
The boy who has aged into a man
The two I can call brother and sister
The bestfriends
The cheating lovers
The one who never fails to lift my spirits
My love, my confidante,my everything
Who lay curious and clueless of my sick and dying world.
