Your heart desires.
It wants.
You're almost at desperation.
It yearns.
You can never possess.
It forbids.
You never quite belong.

It's a trick of a night.
You indulged.
It's a borrowed/rented lie.
You fantasized.
It's a washed out dream.
You knew.
It's hurting you.

He lets it go.
It's a sensible thing to do.
Uncertain,unbearable.
He doesn't want it to stop.
It's a sane thing to do.
Unplugged,unbearable.

It's been awhile.
It comes and it goes.
Yet,it's not the end.
For when it's at the farthest.
He is closest.
He secretly possess.
Reminisce.
He is closest.
History of moments.
He is closest.
Everlasting.
He is closest.
For when it's at the farthest...

Look her in the eye.
Can you see her pain inside?
Give a gentle touch.
She might break and fall apart.
All the tears that she's held,
all insecurities aside.
Take time and notice,
she's losing this fight.

She doesn't say too much,
or ask alot.
She only wished,
you'd cared enough and fought.
Now alone behind her bricks of wall.
With her mindless behaviour,
standing tall.

What doesn't **** her,
makes her stronger.
What she can comprehend,
she holds it up together.
She writes no plans to the future.
Just God and her mindless behaviour.

"Try is a big word."

You're flying without wings.
On gifted wings.
You need to embrace it.
You dread it.
But, you'll still try.

A certain someone.
From time to time.
That same effortless magic.
STOP.
Please, try to stop it.

You're next to each other.
An arm's length touch.
Yet an enormous elephant is between.
You sit in absolute silence.
You're both trying to fight for love.

They'd manage with the GMT.
They'd manage the worlds apart.
She wish to buy time.
For her, he'll try,

She loves him.
She likes him.
But for her....
Would they try?

The stage, her passion, her dream.
They dance, they act, they sing.
She's not quite like this.
Perhaps, she could try?

"Try is a big word."

And it all comes down to this,
a fading memory that may soon barely leave a trace.
A familiar stranger, a faint scent,
a mere sound and distant place.
In time, all that's left are pictures from yesteryears.
Bears no weight nor value,
no significance nor worth a tear.
It once had its time and place,
for in it,it rested on being complacent.
Like fading joy,
this too was no accident.
Change is ever constant,
it leaves no time to wait.
Don't try defying gravity,
don't interrupt with fate.
And it all comes down to this.
Memories eventually erased.

Tonight as she falls asleep,
her shattered heart rests in pieces.
Like a dagger that remains pierced within,
words of pain from those very lips,
She'd battled with those tears,
the pain and fears within her soul.
But tonight she lost her battle,
for it's skin deep,flesh and blood,her very own.
Tonight as she falls asleep,
her unconditional love remains for her own who has betrayed.
My broken angel would never stray.

I don't mean to pry,
but girl, are you sad?
You look out of sorts,
you look pretty bad.
A penny for your thought,
a listening ear awaits.
Tell me what's bothering,
tell me your woes instead.

She sat next to me,
barely holding back those tears.
I'm supposed to be alright, she said,
but why these fears?
I should be keeping to my side of the bargain.
But I'm in contradiction, again.

Flustered with emotions,
that I'd fought to tuck it in.
They won't let me hide them away,
they won't let me win.
Tell me girl, what's flushing them out,
when you'd held this masquerade so well?
She says with no hesitation,
I can't keep living in denial.

I don't mean to pry,
but girl, are you sad?
In all honesty, she said,
we have a certain magic...but no sparks, perhaps?

Hesed,Emev.
By grace and truth, I live.
Jesus came for those who messed up.
Not for the rich, the abundance or such.
Sometimes I sit alone.
Asking why is this soul half filled, forlorn.
He turns around and makes me think.
What does this soul wants and can bring?
When I lean not on grace and truth,
but on my weakness and doubts.
That's where I fall, six feet down.
But as I sat with many in church today.
My pastor spoke of truth and grace.
Hesed,Emev.
Lord, I live.

And I fell in love again.
For you, a broken heart to mend.
A place you've never been.
A phase I've never seen.

Told me you're here to stay.
Told me, you'll take the pain away.
Took my hand, said we'll brave this world.
Baby, you made me that one less lonely girl.

Tell me how I couldn't fall
Couldn't fall for the boy next door
Tell me what's not to love
When this boy came and changed my world.

Carefully you fixed me.
gently you held me.
Just you and me baby.
For you, I'd write a symphony.

Told me, I'm your one and only.
Told me, I'm your number one baby.
Took my hand, now you're in my world.
Baby, you made me that one less lonely girl.

From here on in,in this faceless crowd.
Like flashes of lightning,can't catch a sound.
In my touch-and-go profession,
in my a-picture-speaks-a-thousand-word.
They say the sky's the limit,
they say it's a big,big world.
I can comprehend its size.
But,I can't leave you behind.
I can't let go of what's in front of me.
Of blood,skin deep and my dreams.
Where I'm at,I'm bursting at the seams.
Another aeroplane, another time,another scene.
The figures increases.
Yet my heart's bearing the weakness.
Do I give up this live of pretense, luxury and security?
Do I give it all up for passion,the stage and a struggle of an artiste?

Black out, fade in,
spot light on the boy with his guitar.
Dim light, dim blue flush,
she sits in the corner,wishing on her imaginary star.
Same stage, same adrenaline,
same passion but time never intended for them to meet.
She plays on her role,
and he strums away at his gig.
Sound of guitar coming from his window,
no audience and no standing ovations.
On rented wings, she takes flight,
no rehearsals, no scripts,just tucked away passion.
In his camouflaged green,
he wakes up to his responsibility.
In her traditional prints,
she's all set for the working society.
The clock strikes twelve,
it's the end of two thousand ten.
He's at the eating place
and she comes by with her friends.
He's sitting at the corner
and she's at the other end.
Their eyes met for the very first time,
when they reach out to shake hands.
No lights, no stage,
no audience and that adrenaline.
Just the boy with his guitar, strumming
and in his room she sits, watching.
She talks about the plays, the roles
and in his room he strums, listening.
No lights, no stage,
no audience, just he and her,and their spoken adrenaline.
Twenty-six February,
two thousand eleven.
He and her,
like a match made in heaven.
You know what they said about heaven and earth?
A new chapter begins
for the guitarist and the wannabe actress.

I fly across the world,
with barely enough time to spare.
I leave behind my loved ones,
they'd think I wouldn't care.
I didn't mean to stray,
or hang up my telephone.
You'd probably tried to reach me,
to hear unfamiliar dial tones.
If time could be bought,
I'll spend them on each of you.
Tell you I'm sorry,haven't the time lately,
you mean so much and if only you knew.
It seems I'm hardly here lately,
missing out on things in between.
I might miss a birthday, an anniversary,
a death and everything else that has been.
I lay on luxurious bed across the world,
yet I'm lonely as can be.
No familiar laughter,no familiar faces,
just the empty room and me.
I'd pen down self conversations,
while the television plays in the back.
Only pray that this long distance
doesn't leave me with regrets.
So here I'll say, I'm sorry,
I'm not much of a juggler of time.
I might have lost you half way,
but you'll always stay in my heart and mind.

She talks of scars from yesterday,
those emergency exit wounds.
You'd think you're merely a stepping stone,
a boy to stay through this monsoon.
She lets you in on her stories,
those past that has made her who she is.
She holds you even dearly,
for you're like an answered bliss.
She wants to scream for the world to know,
she doesn't need to hide.
You're the boy who came accidentally with purpose
and she's loving you tonight.

You stayed up all night,
engulfed by that certain emptiness.
It makes no sound, it bears no memories
and you can't comprehend its non existent presence.
It swirls within and consumes you,
firing like silent bullets through every vein.
You don't show,
but you're screaming inside in agonizing pain.
You were never whole to begin with,
don't indulge in that foreign feign.
You utter lies of comfort,
you were not made to live in shame.
Give one last tribute
and bid this sentimental fool good-bye.
And with one last tribute,
one more lie, just tonight.

I sit here with much disdain.
They utter words of shame.
They never spoke a word to me.
Yet they judge from what they see.
They ****** me as if to say,
a sin I've committed.
They say I played you out,
had you manipulated.
The hand-me-down rumors,
are but a phase that soon shall pass.
Don't spit those remarks behind me,
don't assume but ask.
Have I no right to what I've seek before the alter?
Do I stand before you seeking your approval?
Why are you so deemed on sending me to exile?
Is this too much a sin to swallow down?
And still I sit here with much disdain.
I pray to seal those tongues that utter words of shame.

I know they talk in your head,
saying you've ******* up again.
You're a liar, you call it quits
and they put you to shame.
They wouldn't know your story,
it's one sided they've heard.
You wouldn't try to lay those cards either,
you wouldn't tell them you've been hurt.

Fate or destiny must have heard a prayer or two, it tried to intervene.
It made you cross path with another,
to show you the happiness he'll bring.
You held back a little,thinking this isn't what you deserve,it has never happened before.
Like it's too good to be true,
yet with faith you'd like to see what's in store.

They wouldn't leave your head,
they tell you how heartless you've been.
They guilt you in to walk back,
telling you this isn't what it seems.
And still you wouldn't budge,
you defy those voices in your head.
You shut them out from the walls you've built, you wouldn't let them interrupt fate.

And now you know, it's exactly the right thing to do.
This path crossed was written for you.
It's just you and him.
Defying gravity.

Some rainy day at home,
having small conversations in my head.
Little talks about life,
of its bittersweet and its rose of bed.
I've flew across the world,
many places and many kinds.
And as if God was speaking,
in the things I see through the corner of my eyes.
I see a world of wonders,
great beauty in sights.
The natural land, creations
and skyscrapers of heights.
And yet through all these richness,
I see another world engulfed by poverty.
Of sadness, of pains and hurt,
that can never be felt by the upper hand society.
I sit here in silence, ending my little conversation.
Can one single person really make a difference?
So I close my eyes and pray.
Heaven tell me, I can make a change.

You're sitting on the edge of the building,
with the vast skies ahead of you.
You see a blur of adventures ahead,
but still you've got the best view.
You're overwhelmned by this mixed feelings,
yet eager to hop on the rides.
Every dilemma you're sitting on,
makes every left feels right.
You've sat way up for quite awhile.
The time is right, now come on down.
You're filled with much uncertainties.
You're pinned down by your insecurities.
You've been down this road before,
head held high, in line with faith.
I'd say again, if everything has been written,
so why worry, we say.
You're sitting on the edge of the building,
with the vast skies ahead of you.
When you feel you're falling six feet down,
I'll be here, holding on to you.

She's hanging by a thread,
almost six feet down,behold.
Her heart is cold,
fifteen below.
She knew there was no fairy tale,
no happy endings in every book.
She merely thought you were different,
when she stopped with a second look.
You were that knight in shinning armour,
who took her by the hand.
And still the very same knight in shinning armour,
who banished her from this land.
As if intoxicated,
by some form of cruel potion.
What you had with her before,
was no cure for a little negotiation.
She'd read this book before,
too familiar for her own good.
She just didn't think it could be the same,
you seemed better than you should.
She's hanging by a thread,
almost six feet down, behold.
You know she'll hold the last laugh,
boy, you've been told.

Don't get him wrong,
it's not what you think.
He knows too well you're a fragment of
his imagination, an unreachable dream.
Not a second he'd thought ,
you'd care to glance this way.
Fred not, it's nothing,
hear not of what they say.
Words shoot like bullets,
out in this open space.
Save him some pride and dignity,
leave him some grace.
Like a barrier he'd built subconsciously,
he wouldn't step out there.
He care too much of what you'd think,
He care too much of those imaginary stares.
Don't get him wrong,
it's not what you think.
You're only ever close
to that fragment of his dream.

I could almost feel the ink
adorn on my skin.
The pain that stings my soul
deep within.
As I lie here with the painful pleasure,
I could sense a certain satisfaction.
Againt her will,perhaps his and my very own religion.
There I could see the ink
forming the word like this(__).
I know that aching desire's gone,
I'm finally at ease.

Sally falls asleep tonight,
with a thousand thoughts running inside.
But a thousand thoughts were all about you,
like a poem she'd recite.
Sally pieced a thousand thoughts together,
to match that pondering question.
Was the love all along at its very last station?
Sally could have saved some pride.
That bit of diginity for a lady to move on her ride.
Sally could have been up there.
For you to know her worth and care.
Sally could have played you out.
For you to feel insecure with doubts.
Sally could have kept you in.
For you to know on ocassions,
it's you she wouldn't bring.
Sally could have made you green.
For you to know the boys could run their hands
wilder than you'd seen.
But a thousand thoughts draws Sally back,
for her "could have", she never could.
She never got close to those thousand thoughts,
if only Sally would.

Sometimes at its draught,
we find it hard to walk away.
Was it the years?was it the faith?
or merely the love that makes us stay?

Sometimes, it starts to pour,
we find it hard to try again.
But,it's all the same,with him and her,
with you and me,we can't stop the rain.

Sometimes,it's fifteen below,
we never really know how it'll end.
Are we lovers or are we friends?
or are we lovers and friends?

Sometimes, it's like a hurricane,
we can't go on the play.
You're wondering if she's good for you
and she's wondering the same.

Sometimes,it's like the aftermath of a disaster,
we know this time is the last.
But when we're standing at the crossroad walking out,
we know we'll regret letting it remain as our past.

Sometimes, it's so warm to the soul,
we just know we can't let it pass us by.
well,love's a two-way street,
we might as well learn to see eye to eye.

I have faith but faith keeps playing me,
no worries, play on.
And when in matters of the heart,
it plays me forlorn.
I couldn't even prove my worth in this,
nor how genuine in that.
It smacks me down six feet under,
like I was a choice faith had regret.
I was almost near,
that washed out dream of mine.
And everytime you are here,
I feel that invisible line.
Faith got interrupted,
they tell me I'll never reach it.
Sometimes I could almost feel that coldness,
where our hands still fits.
Perhaps with a bigger leap of faith,
it might just save some bits of my washed out dream.
And maybe we could be more genuine
than it seems.
I have faith,but faith keeps playing me,
no worries, play on.
Play on, to the very last of our song.

Look up to the sky.
On the other side you might just be doing likewise.
You're wondering if there's someone
out there like you tonight.
Someone out there who longs for more
and is slowly losing the fight.
Would you be the one who understands?
Says, darling,it's alright
come take my hand.
Yet before I could have a leap of faith,
I let out quite a sigh.
That sort of happy ending story
was never quite yours or mine.
It's like I could almost feel you
just across that dark still sky.
It's like we might just be an
almost love song,but why?
Fate plays us on two sides of the universe.
We'd never cross,we'd never meet,
we'd never know we both exist.
Look up to the sky.
On the other side you might just be doing likewise.

In due time, the stars might play their fate.
Now, it feels almost it's heaven match made.
But there is only room for two.
They couldn't stay to please you.
Perhaps she never will,
might never fit in there.
One last leap,
but she wouldn't dare.
They look at her with such disdain.
You couldn't ease that pain.
With that much barrier,
with that much not alike.
She's hanging on,
but she might just lose that lonesome fight.

I hear you speak of her
and I know it must have hurt.
I could see pass a lie,
the betrayal within your words.
You'd probably make do with "I'm fine",
"It's okay", "I'll be alright".
Yet when darkness falls,
you're alone tonight, you hardly make the fight.
Perhaps as you sleep through this,
images plays like broken record.
Of happy times, of better days,
and at times when you'd fought.
And perhaps at the other end,
you're standing waiting for your baby in white.
Yet with a twist of fate,
your happy ending's story has been rewrite.
I could almost see a tear,
behind those disappointed eyes.
Darling, wipe those tears,you're way too nice,
I'll show you your baby had been telling you lies.
Put on that red shirt and
jive through the night.
Cause darling you know,
you're in for better rides.

I hear you speak of her
and I know it must have hurt.
I could see pass a lie,
the betrayal within your words.
You'd probably make do with "I'm fine",
"It's okay", "I'll be alright".
Yet when darkness falls,
you're alone tonight, you hardly make the fight.
Perhaps as you sleep through this,
images plays like broken record.
Of happy times, of better days,
and at times when you'd fought.
And perhaps at the other end,
you're standing waiting for your baby in white.
Yet with a twist of fate,
your happy ending's story has been rewrite.
I could almost see a tear,
behind those disappointed eyes.
Darling, wipe those tears,you're way too nice,
I'll show you your baby had been telling you lies.
Put on that red shirt and
jive through the night.
Cause darling you know,
you're in for better rides.

Sometimes it makes her feel *****,
flawed and everything bad.
As if she's nothing else
but all that.
A complusive, possessive,
control freak.
It makes her feel she's nothing
than a *****.
She looks herself in the mirror.
She looks in with that much anger.
Perhaps, she'd lost that ******* the road.
You make her feel convicted, like a ****** she wrote.
Like she's better off as an option
than to make her priority.
Perhaps, she plays better an option
than with much formality.
She didn't mean to pry,
she didn't force her way to interfer.
She only wished,
you could spare some time with her.
Perhaps, if you could,
just watch when she sits alone.
You might just see those saddened eyes,
hopeful yet forlorn.
She only pray that you might see,
her worth when she's still there.
Perhaps, it might just be too late,
when you decide this time you'd care.

Travelling at a speed
as if for a moment part of my life got fast forward.
Like racing against time,
and I missed it by that many moments.
They come and go, some stay but
never too long.
They see me. I do too.
But they won't ever get me.
Me neither.
We're in it together,we make our presence known.
Yet, there's a very loud silence.

MJ's "They don't care about us" takes me back
into my world.
I'm thinking, perhaps, we don't care about us.

I'm looking out, walls of black.
Darkness.
I'd imagine kissing you.
Under the influence of my favorite redbull *****.
Grins.

The screeching sounds
erased that momentary thought.

I look away from walls of black.
I see you.
I thought, maybe I'd like to be you.
How would you talk?
What do you feel?
What do you think?

The rumbling sound of the doors,
as if telling the person at the other end to slow down.
Shifted attention, again.

They enter, like sardine packed.
As if my phobia wasn't already bad.
I can't breathe.
I might not make it to the next stop.
I might faint and like living dead,
grab hold of the handles and turn away.
On their seats just doze off.
And I'm there gasping for my inhaler.

The other side of the door opens.
I made it to that stop.

Empty spaces, empty seats.
There's you, you , you and you.
I'm running from this end to the other.
I'm laughing without a care.
You look at me and think I'm weird.
I look at you and roll my eyes.
I feel the wind gushes through.
I'm running almost the speed it's going.
For once I feel happy, again.
Like that child I'd lost while growing up.

It stops.
I look around from where I'd been standing.
I alighted.
The many doors shuts behind me.
Against the walls of black it left.

The eyes are blind they tell me,
look with your heart.
What's most important is invisible,
when you look with your heart.

Of painful sights, of verbal brutality,
look with your heart.
Of jealousy, of broken vows,
look with your heart.

Of fallen faith, of hunches,
look with your heart.
Of doubts, of disbelief,
look with your heart.

Sometimes, you don't need to see a hand
to know you're safe.
Sometimes, you don't have to work it out
to show you have faith.
Sometimes, you don't need the words
to express your love.
Sometimes, you don't need to see
to know there's God above.

What's important is invisible.
Look with your heart.

On the other side of the line
It's ringing.
The words runs in your head.
Connected.
She hears him.
She goes mum.

On the other side of the line
She tells you, be strong.
You don't say a word.
But you know you appreciate.

On the other side of the line
Call waiting.
She gets paranoid.
He picks up.
She's a monster.

On the other side of the line
It's ringing.
Still ringing.
She tries to reach over.
Disconnected.

On the other side of the line
He presses you to say what's on your mind.
You try.
But the words won't come out.
You cry.
Good night.

On the other side of the line
She knows it's too much.
She knows you're lost.
She knows you've lost.

On the other side of the line
She tells you everything right down to the bottom of her soul.
She tells you if she could stop feeling anything at all.
Crying.
She tells you.
You wouldn't know it.
Cause the line's been dead all these while.

On the other side of the line.

I'd write you a song
if I could fit a melody as beautiful as you.
An almost love song
to keep you and I in tune.
I'd sing you the words
the ones that sings from within.
I'd find the voice
that expresses its meaning the song would bring.
I'd make it better,that much more romantic
with the piano and sax.
I'd strum it **** along with a guitar,
a song you won't forget.
I'd put it in notes on a score,
to let it play on and on.
I'd play it on the radio,
to tell them our love song.

People will be people,
I see them all around.
They seem to have a role to play,
to encourage,to command,to judge or put you down.
You think you're better than them,
they think they're way up there.
You have that much to say,
they think they're way too good to care.

I say, people will be people,
they play their role so well.
It's as if they have all the time
to judge you even for awhile.
As if they couldn't bear the good,
that's befalling over you.
They'll tell you,
"Oh, I've been there,done that, nothing new."

Well,that's why people will be people,
each soul for their own.
You'd imagine why this world's together apart,
perhaps our action's been condone.
We pretend with hands united,
but really, are we one?
We people will be people,
it cannot be undone.

I was hidden from the colours,
that had painted rainbows in your life.
My world was filled with black and grey,
of your dull world through my eyes.
You tell me how pretty they look,
of red,blue,yellow,green and wide.
They sound almost as magnificent,
but I only know them from how you'd described.
Something happened one fateful day.
Of your dull world,
through my black and grey.
For once,in my entire life,
I saw that rainbow in my dull world.
Of red,blue,yellow,green and wide,
I saw colours from you in my dull world.
But the ugly truth didn't take long
to reveal its true colours to me.
Of all the colours you've been,
I wonder how true you could be.
Your rainbow started fading away.
And you slowly fade away from my world
of black and grey.
My eyes sees not of colours,nor rainbows
and magnificent things you've described.
For once the colours it saw,
was of sadness and otherwise.
And now in my world of black and grey,
I see things so much genuine.
For through my eyes in black and grey,
I shun away from the colours in disguise.

A certain melancholic feel to it all.
I only wish I didn't feel this small.
I find myself waking up
from this fragment of my imagination.
Is it real, is it pretend,
is it a mere delusion?
I like it there,my dreams,
it's much more real.
It's fiction, perhaps based on a lie
but it's something I can deal.
I wake up to reality,
they tell me, I'm mad.
To be dreaming of the impossible,
is that I can't handle reality's facts.
But why dream of the possible(s),
when you are reachable to the impossible(s)?
Do you doubt, are you afraid
because reality tells you it's unreasonable?
So I keep finding myself
falling into wonderland.
Is it real or is it pretend?

We're staring into empty spaces,
while we're sitted side by side.
We're having empty conversation,
over cigarette tonight.
The walls are closing in on us,
and we're wondering why.
It's just you and me,
and our cigarette stained lies.
We're talking to ourselves inside,
yet not a single word here.
My head is saying something else,
yet my heart holds you dear.
I really want to hold you,
and never let you go.
But baby there is so much more,
that you shouldn't know.
With no words,no reasons,
I pull you in closer to me.
Just one more lie tonight,
over our cigarette stained lie, just let it be.

Another two years older,
and I'm three more steps behind.
I might have lost that girl,
somewhere along this line.
Time seemed to have overtook me,
while I was standing at the crossroads.
Of things unending, of things that has happened,
of things said or wrote.
I may have become the aftermath of a disaster.
The one they had warned you,
before and after.
I can't keep running in this wrong direction,
I won't keep up with what's right.
It seems part of me is already gone,
I might not last through this fight.
So, time is what I need,
to fix what wasn't whole to begin with.
So, from scratch, I'll start by saying,
"My name is....."

Of unspoken words, of countless sighs
and of an aching heart in between.
I used to know, I used to want
but now my dream's breaking at the seams.
When I possessed, the poison sets in
and I couldn't undo what's wrong.
I keep running in that direction,
keep expecting,trying to belong.
I seem to have run out of reasons,
trying to make sense of it all.
While doing so, I'd lost myself,
I can't run anymore.
I'm filled with such disdain.
But I could hold the blame.
Now I'm sitting here alone,
taking this little time to breathe.
No expectations,no disappointments,
no need for explanations, just trying to find me.
If you could see me now.
You would know just how.

He walks on the streets, a lonesome figure,
looks around for that familiar face.
He had her close before, an arm's length touch,
her jolly-rancher lipgloss he could taste.
He couldn't get her attention, he looked elsewhere instead.
He'd lost track of the man he was with her, he made do with fake.
He asked to be out, to only wish she'd come forward.
She said otherwise, that going on would make things awkward.
He never wanted out, but this was his only way to be with her.
He knew it was only a matter of time,that it'll happen the way he'd fear.
She used to fight it out,saying they'll work this out,
but lately she'd told him otherwise.
She'd come to realise that this would suffice.
He knew things had change, it was the only thing that's constant.
He only needed the courage to face what he'd reluctant.
So he walks the streets, a lonesome figure,
still holding on to that familiar phase.
He only needs to know if it's worth feeling anymore,
or should he stop running this race.

I'd watched the many videos,
of humanity gone absurd.
I watch with such disdain,
such hatred for them *******.
Have they got stone cold hearts,
or nothing at all pounding within?
Were they brought up by the hands of the devil,
or were they psyched by some evil doctrine?
Who permitted them rights to rob lives
of these helpless little animals?
Who granted them consent for their relentless pursuit of quality,
and feast like a hannibal?
Such cowardly acts to prey on helpless little creatures,
yet with that much pride, they boast of their prized possessions.
Only when the tables turn,
will they seek for redemption.
And still humanity runs,
in the direction of absurdity.
The human race continues,
to rest in such cruelty.

Am I a fool talking to the moon,
holding a one sided conversation?
I don't fit in, I don't stand out,
I'm mostly blending in the motion.
I made a sound but no one hears,
I stood up there but no one sees.
I'm right next to you but it's inconsequential, I've tried too hard to just be me.
I guess I've been on the sidewalk,
merely passing by.
Cause I'm not very good company, am I?

You take a look behind,
of the traces you left imprint.
Misadventures, memories to keep
and pages you might had been.
Circumstances tried to make you
see the sanity of it all.
But, at some point, insanity
was exactly what you were looking for.
People came and went,
some stayed on from time to time.
Chapters you wondered if you could ammend, pages you let it run on rewind.
You kept interrupting conscience,
kept playing around with guilt.
Like if one last could play on,
to indulge further, you would.
Another two years older
but three more steps behind.
You keep looking back on the traces
you left along with time(from time to time).

The view outside, looking in,
fills you with envy.
The feeling living it, working in,
fills you with strange uncertainty.
You heard of the stories,
the hand-me-down rumours.
You thought you were prepared,
ready to take on the world in your armour.
You get a taste of the flavours of the world,
yet drowned by the spices of your own.
It's not the world you're afraid of,
it's your own that wouldn't condone.
You know you wouldn't let it pin you down,
it's only as long as it last.
You'll walk out there,dressed with pride
and all that happened will surpass.
The world may make you feel small,from time to time
but the world wouldn't break you.
You take on the world with much professionalism
and you'll eventually grow away from new.
You'll constantly have your spices of surprises,
every time you wait in that room.
But these spices can only make you stronger,
remember, those girls you saw dressed with pride and well groomed.
You wanted that pride, to walk with that honour.
Your feet's in that shoe now, go, and take on the spices and the world.

You came like a season,
quickly passing by.
You made her so high,
brought her up to cloud nine.
She couldn't piece them all together,
it wouldn't tell a story.
They came in form of random parts,
from time to time, in folly.
She couldn't question why,
you wouldn't grant her the rights.
She finds herself in a cold love case,
of forbidden treats of the night.
Like a  merry-go-round,
you keep her hanging.
Her heart, you're mangling.
She knows it adds up to nothing,
for with nothing was how it started.
They were sweet nothings in this tango,
and with sweet nothings it ended.
You came at the season,
quickly passed by.
She just wants to know...Why.