Sakinah Abdul Aziz

If I could blow bubbles And watch them burst upon touch If I could stare at the sun And risk my eyes being scorched If my hands reach out to the clouds Only to collect wisps of air If I attempt to run after my shadows And tire myself from this futile affair If I could smell the fragrance of roses And watch the petals crumble into pieces If in a moment of despair and sorrow I seek in the comfort, they may not last till tomorrow If I could taste sweetness on my tongue Diminishing gradually into nothingness If I had learnt the intricate connection Between expectations and disappointments If some days look like triumph Other days I retire home defeated If I thought I had a taste of the throne To be brought back to my own position If I try to linger and cling onto a moment Before moments fade into memory If I thought I had finally found true love Only to learn that he was temporary If I chase sunsets after sunsets Endeavouring an unquenchable quest If this world ca

As an avid dreamer, I've always found myself falling in love with ideas, ideals, dreams and possibilities. It can be great when there is a need for optimism and ideas to bounce around. But it opposes me as well. They are like clouds floating above my heads, beyond my reach. They aren't anything concrete nor tangible. At the end of the day, they stick to being in their original and their only forms; they remain being ideas and they are not something I can physically hold on to, see or touch. I thought that thinking about endless possibilities means that I'm pushing boundaries and expanding horizons. I thought this meant that I am open to anything that inspires me, be it theories, concepts, ideas, possibilities. I thought that perhaps not putting any limits helps me to go farther in life. But the very idea of falling in love with ideas and possibilities itself is limiting because my mind is limited. They are what I think is possible, they are ideas borne out of what I can po