This arc shall take
Two people in an untimely
Loop of perpendicular proportions.
The start is where everything
Begins with distinct curiosity,
And as between two people
Intertwined with the fate of time.
Through the onset of despair
Lost and dazed by all the things
You and I didn't say.
Crafted with the belief
That losing wars aren't the end
Thought it's ought to be
A new beginning; A new era.
Left with the slightest desire
Filled with hope and dreams:
Matched from the beginning.
A short lullaby we danced
All through the night we burn,
Bright as the sun, I see
Holding us together; attached.
We slowly burnt out,
Light creeping out of the dark
Losing it all to a new day.
Went separate ways,
Out to the horizons we walk;
Probably the last time
As seen by the unseen.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
Of all the mountains so steep
There are cavities so deep.
Lurking in the darkness as we speak
Are the horrors of souls weeping creeps.
Revolting within the land drenched
In blood and sweat, as the forlorn
Forms of endeavor reaches the throat
Of one's own life causing its death.
In all the deep trenches lies
The darkest secrets you'll ever find,
The horrors, the screams; drowning all
Hopes and dreams, pulling it deep within.
Pitch black as death come and goes,
Not knowing which way to go.
Lost in the darkness trying to throw
A lifeline for the helpless foes.
The incarnate of death is upon us,
The value of life is seen cheap in the canvass.
Running pale, escaping from the sickle,
Losing breath like a plant getting whittled.
The kids now come and go,
As they're drawn to the trenches below.
The uncanny resemblance of faith
Betrays us as it takes
The unfortunate lives of those
Innocent minds.
It's a roadkill —
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
The sky bleeds as it celebrates
A glorious day that has ended.
The taint of red and orange,
Painting the pavements that was
Supposed to be in a perfect shade of dark
Stayed still as it was defeated by
The gush of bloodshot rays of light.
It covered the face of the earth
As it envelopes and swallowed the
World itself; it's mundane.
The land is soiled with blood;
The blood of servitude and dismay—
A sublime face of reality.
The tokens of war, decided based
On what is true or whatever is
Right.. Or what is left
Behind as the smell of
Sweat and dust lingers in the air.
In pursuit..
To devour anything on the
Way before it gets beaten by
His own destruction.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
Cold was the night
As I sit by the floor.
Thinking of Love
In every living soul.
The floors were cracked
The walls were faded
And the ceiling was..
It was crumbling.
The crippled night
Of darkness and fog.
The ember rays
Shone by the ignited light.
Is it the same with
Love?
Isn't love the sweetest
Laughter of the one
You cherish the most?
Isn't it the girl
You stare at discreetly
Wishing to be
A part of her very soul?
Isn't love cruel?
Cruel enough to
Make you feel awful
Make you feel betrayed
Bewildered!
Make you feel afraid
And even make you
Feel the worst feeling..
The feeling of being
Left behind... ALONE.
Is it me? Or is it her?
Those moments
Happiness...
Sadness..
Success..
Confusion.. All that
Spent with her.
Were tossed aside
CRUMPLED
like a sheet of paper
Drawn with
a beautiful flower
But discarded
Because of
one
Simple
FLAW.
It weathered.
Was it because
Both of us grew cold
Of each other?
Like the polar
Ice caps
Melting
Making several floating
Ice bergs.
I found it
Nostalgic.
But the view of
A clear blue
Sky
A scenery I
Can't, reluctantly,
Ignore.
No matter how cold
Or hot the fiery city
Filled with passion
That I
Myself thought
Is worth taking the risk.
Love? Since when
Did I encountered
Such word?
It was probably,
A long
Time ago.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
Life is but a game.
You win. You lose.
You learn, and you choose.
It doesn't matter
When you are at
A corner
Trying to escape
From reality.
It is a churning
Crest.
A cluster of spec.
A valued piece.
A domino.
A fragile tease
Of what is to be known.
Frail.
A vortex of fear,
But a fountain of
A fruitful Lear.
You are but
A minor character
There to make a scene.
To see whose in vain
And whose insane.
The volouptious
Captious minds of
One's own thoughts.
Triangulating in
The midst of the sea.
Because,
Life is violent
As it is bitter sweet.
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
We’re both great minds.
Clashing, struggling on
Ideas and lies.
Foul cold eyes on
the same loud cries.
Distant.
Like a floating cloud
moving and swaying
Up above.
...Jotting lines
Like an ant seeking rations
of food.
But no--
We seek knowledge of sorts.
A dire need of attention.
A crippling greed for education.
Searching reconciliation
facing the vast horizon.
A challenge..
"Feed me truth,
And I shall eat it.
Serve me lies,
And I shall disprove it."
....
Silence.
All we hear
are the shouts
of the howling winds
As the we create Ideas
in the dead night out of our whims.
I flinched.
As I imagined of we
creating something together.
I felt discouraged
because,
I know for a reason
that if we managed,
I would fall into something
I won’t understand.
I will be dumbfounded.
I will see that without you,
I’d be nothing.
I’m a scientist
trying to disprove
the existence of you
making me feel nervous.
On that,
I wish to I bid adieu--
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
You know its funny when all these years you wanted to be around with people, then suddenly, you want yourself to be secluded and isolated at the same time. You don't want attention. You even refuse the hands of those people who are reaching out for you. You of all people? You who always wanted to hang around with friends. You who always wanted to see the people you love brimming in happiness. You of all people who always reach a hand to your loved one's whenever you see them in despair.
Look how things strangely turn all this upside down. You who merely thought that everything will just go accordingly. But NO. Times change. People leave. And memories fade.
*"I want to be alone.
Secluded from the reality.
Pain? Loneliness?
Those are only excuses.
The truth is,
You want to be free.
You want to see yourself
as you,
Not worrying about
What other people might say.
Tranquility?
There are moments
Where you want to
Turn back time.
But you CAN'T.
Reality is a sore
Where everyone is
Forced to stare
Without any option.
Cruel. Right?
No.
It's what it can only offer.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
*** Ugh! Nevermind."*
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
I know you sought
for your desires,
I came in short
for my demise.
The towers are lingering
through the faceless shadows of your whim.
I felt as if you’re Thumbelina,
All sweet and big from within.
The tulips fade
as the winter crave
to last for cold a summer winter gaze.
I hear that those,
Chilly winter breeze made you crumble
Beneath that layered wool of lamb.
I followed you
because I felt that even once,
I need to keep myself afar,
from the critics and judgmental eyes.
I know, I must not dwell
In things that I might not feel,
for the legends of those tales
are only but from a quill.
I hate the sound of the howling wind,
as it reminds me of that winter screams.
The ceiling of Cottony clouds, that carry a monotonous crowd.
I escaped reality because I found
that most are just living cows,
bred ‘till fatten but butchered after.
Is this the life I followed?
Or is this just one of many ?
I don’t know ‘coz I am not wary of the things that might come in handy.
I guess that legends
of one’s time
And glitters of one flake will surely be
preserved in a cold winter summer night.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
It was the color
of the
rainbow
as I walk down
the street
that made me
feel and
realize that
there are moments
where you
find yourself
in a painting of
black in white.
We keep in
track
of what is going on
and what is
about to happen.
It was at this
mundane scene
where we
find ourselves
reluctantly
struggling to see
the colors
behind the sea.
The sea of ideas
made to
carry
your boat into
the island
of painted walls
and columns.
I realized.
The sweet smiles
behind
the black and
white paintings
where the
feelings and
the memories
that were
captured and
kept in
a small frame
covered with glass
to withstand
the harsh
storms
called time.
The color of the
rainbow
made me
see
the beautiful
scenery
that one
could see.
It was the
picture of
Me
staring at
You
brimming with
happiness and
intricate
Color of smiles
within the
island of
Printed walls
and columns.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
*I miss those eyes
Those stares so wary.
The luminous arts
In the skies that vary.
The twinkling stars
In the distance that carry
The hope of light
That makes anyone happy.
The sadness aboard
Makes thee worry
About uncertainties
Of life that blur's thee.
It's Pandora's eyes
Full of curiosity
Which opens thy lies
That makes things ******
The box that holds
Those tears of envy
The guilt that may
Plunge thou weary.
Mark the words
Of the one in quarry
And never doubt
The ones who worry.
Take those glory
And live like a wolf
Free from envy
Aloof from many.
See those fiery
Eyes, Behold!
The true compassion
Of once thee hold.
Ignite thy flames
And let them hold
The thought that you
Dear, is special and hope.*
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC