Seek and Seize

Those magical identities and colorful secrets of infinity is present only for those who want to see…

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Oct. 4, 2016 • 3pm

And I want you to remember that the world is an open sky… A vast place; with so many beautiful, and quirky things beyond. You can look up above and see nothing and everything all at once. But honey, I want you to know that the universe is open only for those who want to know it and to those who are willing enough to understand the boundless mysteries it can offer. Those magical identities and colorful secrets of infinity is present only for those who want to see. For the ones that are eager enough to discover; and the ones who are crazy enough to find out.

Briefly Love Story

10th June, 2016 • 4:54pm

Do you still remember,
When we float into the air,
And left our breath somewhere

Do you remember?
When you told me to look at the view,
But I was looking at you

Do you still remember,
The day I can’t forget
When you told me to smile, and I told you I can’t

Do you remember?
When we swam into the sea,
I was afraid to get drowned; but you’d never let me down

Do you still remember,
When the wind blew so cold that night,
We looked up above; and gaze at the starlight

Do you remember?
When we were outside; the sky was so bright..
You came closer to me, and you hold me so tight

Do you still remember,
When I looked into your eyes,
I came off a little shy; and you said it’s alright

Do you remember?
When the rain pours heavily that day..
You faced me and said, it’s not time for you to say

Do you still remember,
When I think I might just fall..
But didn’t wanna get hurt at all,

Do you remember?
When you said to me, “don’t worry”
Because you’ll be there for me,

Do you still remember,
When we tripped and fall; and we realized
It was Love, after all

Do you remember?
When you told me you Love me,
You’ll never break my heart, that’s what you promised me.

But do you still remember..
All those times you said you’d always stay with me..
Because that’s how much you love me

You said,
you’ll never leave.
But, baby

You just did

Melody and Melancholy

May 26, 2016

Melody and Melancholy
That’s what you are to me
You’re like a song that sings to me
But we should set our own souls free

And all those days that had gone by
I really miss to see your smile
But just like time, it all pass by
I shall really say goodbye

And I never knew this day would come
I wasn’t ready; but now you’re gone
And there’s so many things that still not done..
I’ll miss the home there, in your arms

And I must keep the things we do
But then I’d come running after you
So I pretend I don’t miss you
But a part of me, will always gonna be just you

So I write the words that would come up
But somehow, they’ll never be enough
You told me, “Never Give up”
And I must follow you, cause you’re the one I love

And I know all poem doesn’t always rhyme
Somehow, I can accept those things in time
But you’re always gonna be in my mind
And I’ll always find a way to feel just fine

And with this wound? There is no cure
We just move on when it’s over
And if there’s a way? I am not sure
But I want myself to feel better 

You’re the Melody and the Melancholy 
You should now set my soul free
But then I am the one who still clings to you, deeply
I think it can only be me, who can set myself free

I shall set my own soul free.

Just A Clue

February 6, 2016

​​Dear Bird,

I can hear you,
But I can’t see you
I heard you sing, you sound so happy;
You sound so peacefully calm

I looked for you,
But I can’t find you

I imagined you beautiful,
I imagined you pretty;
I imagined you happy

I imagine you free

I imagined you have all the answers
I imagined you content

But do I really know you?
If the only thing I know was your mere voice?
If the only thing I recognize was your quite familiar sound?

That brings joy to my very heart;
And touches my soul..

And the only thing I always did
Was to listen;
Listen..
To every melody you give to me

If all I can do is to imagine you;
And try to understand you..

Do I even know you at all,
If I’ve just heard of you?
If I hadn’t even known a thing from you,

If all you are to me…
Was just a clue?


– Nydel M.

The Light Within

It’s not about the absence of light; or the darkness anymore… Sometimes, it’s all about the capacity of your own will to see the light that’s not even there at all.

January 28, 2017 • 10:44am

It’s not about the absence of light; or the darkness anymore… Sometimes, it’s all about the capacity of your own will to see the light that’s not even there at all. Not the ability nor capability to witness. But your own willingness to do so. Your willingness to see. Your mere decision to be provided. To see what’s invisible to the naked eye; and what’s beyond the reach of your eyesight. It is seen only by your own will; or rather, felt. That only light that’s always been inside of you.

In the end… it becomes our own decision to see. It becomes about our will to go past the darkness… or even beyond our dimmed vision.

I Was Here

And this is my predicament. I am inadequate, and I have a heart that never wants to stop…. I was lost; but I was here.

December 3, 2016 • 9:37pm

But I was inadequate. 

Incomplete. Shattered, even. There’s not just some missing part of me that’s needed to be fixed. Which I have to find and search for; to look around, grope the floor… and reach for it. I’m freaking broken and ruined. I am a mere remains of fragments, and remnants…and every shredded parts of me, that had been torn away from my old self, due to my palpable disintegration. Of my falling apart; of my collapsing… If I didn’t know better I’d think, and I’d say, I was gone. Already gone. Completely gone. Absolutely gone.

But I was here.

And living only with the tiny bits that was left of me with some strings, trying to hold it back together… And with the merely light beating of a heart that has been ripped out; stomped on, and put back again. A heart that has been exhausted, drained, used up… and all the other synonymous of being empty there is. A heart that never stops pumping; even when it’s bruised, wounded, and scarred. Even when there are still some remaining scraps of debris from the aftermath of the catastrophe… still settling on its every frail parts. Even when the thorn lingers. Even after the blood had ran wild from the cuts; flowed out on the skin… Even after the blood has dried up and the scabs had wear off. It’s still there. Gasping for air; panting for oxygen.

It stayed there. Even after everything. Even after the final blow, and the obliteration took place. It’s still there, even when the incessant chaos went downhill. It’s still there, even when the mind always tried to stop and end its beating. It stays there, even when the sanity is fiddling away… and the mind is lost. It stays still, even when the mind had disappeared; and totally gone. It beats still even when the hopes are dead; and life had stopped. It remains still, even when the existence is overpowered by madness… and all is invaded by numbness.

Oh, God. It’s unstoppable.

It doesn’t care whether I already want it to stop and get some rest. It keeps beating, and beating…and beating. And the mere sound of it is perhaps what irks me the most, I suppose. It sounded too little, and yet had the greatest impact even against the chaotic sound of my mind. That no matter how much I listen and agree to my very own mind, it just keeps surfacing no matter what. It persists. It beats still. It beats. Beats everything.

And this is my predicament. I had a docile mind that’s willing to give in anytime I want. A chaotic mind that was always so lost, but still a smart companion. And I had this heart that breathes for survival. No matter what…

A heart that never leaves me even when my mind often does.

I was inadequate and I have lost all the hope to be ever become complete again. I’ve lost it all… –the hope, the chance, that I would perhaps feel whole again someday…

I want for this maladay to stop; I want this dearth to end… But I can never stop this thing in my chest that pumps blood on veins that carries oxygen. An absolute danger; my greatest foe.

That’s the thing about me. I am inadequate, and I have a heart that never wants to stop.

I was lost; and I was here.

Promise of Forever

We often tend to suffer from our own little delusion that forever really does exist in this ever-changing world. Where nothing is certain… But please, forever is a myth; not a commodity.

November 30, 2016 · 6:18pm

We often tend to suffer from our own little delusion that forever really does exist in this ever-changing world. Where nothing is certain; and where everything seems fleeting… that even our own breathes are temporary. If only we spend much time, and effort, and work hard to achieve it.

But please, forever is a myth; not a commodity.

Nydel M.