*Stop turning back to the void,
the void disguised by the crystal display.
The fact of it being unrequited has been known.
This is what I am told.
And this is what I have known,
And yes, the fault has been my own.
Still, I have got something to say.
Just don’t be hurt, by these words
crude.
Sorry, but can’t be empathetic this time.
Your life is your choice, never disputed this, did I?
But for once, just once;
can’t you drop these insecurities yours?
Why are you scared?
What holds you back?
Don’t consider it to be a liability.
Please, stop running away!
Will confess that,
surety and confidence evade me too.
The future seems pretty bleak,
but tired I am of running away.
Realise that life is small,
can’t keep hiding behind the excuse of a dilemma.
Take a step and be ready for the fall.
But please, take a step.*
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
*Oh my delicate twig, be careful, blown away you might be!
Be careful as you sway amidst branches adorned with thorns, torn you might be!
Oh sweet one, don’t take my words of caution as an attempt to shackle.
Just words they are, born out of concern, concern for you my love.
And yes do forgive my perception of you, perception of being weak.
It’s just the way this world is, the strongest are broken by the winds of malice.
Anyway, now I will stay afar and never be the one to hold you back.
But never will I be too far. Always ready, to shelter you under my expanse foliated.*
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
*The line differentiating has gotten blurred.
Don’t know when I mean it and when i don’t.
Changes creep in, creating possibilities new.
Inclined to believe that the choice first was correct,
but then come words tumbling down,
changing the itinerary whole.
Such a tricky game it seems to be,
so neutral the stance prima facie,
seen never a poker face better.
Intervention to clear things up,
seems to be an idea disastrous.
Although the fear, might just be home made.
It is hard to be sure,
don’t know what steps to take.
There is a need to be face to face, sans masquerade.*
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 3:30 AM UTC
*That’s the thing about a mystery,
it should stay that way.
To uncover just blows away the magic.
Disappointment takes control,
expectations let us down.
It’s like the light at the end of the tunnel,
moving towards it is pure joy,
but there is a fear, fear that the end is not as bright as it seems.
There is the pain of being in the dark,
but there also is the bliss of ignorance.
At times there is this impatience, to be there,
to uncover that which has been hidden so long.
But the fear shackles you,
that lose you will, even the happiness imaginary.*
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
*And the void just got emphasized.
The compatibility downsized.
The whole world, in between was found.
Unlike Earth, theirs wasn't proven to be round.
The ends didn't meet.
And the ending wasn't sweet.*
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 12:21 AM UTC
That exchange of words fills a void.
A void of which one realises when contact happens.
Without those vibrations and pings a sense of being incomplete takes over.
The mind is engaged in attempts to prolong those moments, to stay away from silence.
It’s difficult to explain how elated one feels just by a presence virtual.
The exhilaration is not lost irrespective of discussions mundane.
Time and again there is a feeling evanescent, how beautiful it would be if together we were ever forever.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
*Knowing how the word love has wreaked havoc with your life.
I held myself from expressing mine.
Those words written, had always been for you.
Articulation of my feelings for you.
Confessions about my failures to understand you.
Expressions of despair, as you kept drifting farther and farther away.*
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
*A struggle seems omnipresent,
irrespective of the parties involved,
irrespective of the circumstances involved,
fear there always is of being left behind.
The ones who step out,
do so at a cost great.
Happy one might be with the decision made,
but dampened are spirits by those around.
Unable to accept they are,
that one can be satisfied with a life humble.
The ability to know your place,
is belittled by the word weak.
But oh look at the hypocrisy!
Declare they might, that incompetent you are.
Gloat they will, over you lack of passion.
And on the inside rot they with envy.
Because they know,
down there in their shallow depths.
That happy you are,
that at peace you are.
To survive is not the the way for all.
The way is to live for some.
To live without bounds,
to indulge in what the heart desires.
The popularised picture of Purpose,
is just a driver miserable taking you to a goal,
a point defined as success,
actually being a point of no consequence.
And thus the whole struggle,
lacks one crucial element,
the meaning which we all search for.
And thus I fly free.*
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
*It seems that he is in pain great,
The dam of emotions broken at last.
Such vitality there is in words his,
Only hope I can too match earnestness such.
Won't deny my jealousy,
Assumed I had it to be domain mine,
Only to be reminded that,
The avenue is open for all.
Open for all to vent out grief and joy,
His grief seems pure,
While mine is tainted,
Tainted with greed, incompetency and lust.
Look up to him I do,
Hope that he finds peace,
Peace in a world filled with betrayal and incompetency,
And brutally lacking empathy.*
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC