if you're a luxury i allow myself,
am i addicted to you?
if you occasionally make me feel everything- yet nothing,
do i know if you're what i need?
if i wanna take in all of you and release,
would you always be there when i want you?
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
we take snaps,
and freeze time.
snaps in context,
fit into the puzzle of our memory.
rods and cones,
turn into smiles and tears.
the frozen images,
bring back joys and fears.
i thawed those frozen images,
but a year ago.
i let them slip away,
and become part of the wind.
engraved in my mind,
adamant to move an inch.
no rods or cones,
you're still turning my smiles into tears.
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
block.
block by block.
blocks stacked.
block over block.
stress strengthens blocks.
shivers brings blocks.
serenity breaks blocks.
why are there still blocks?
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
the best you saw before,
is far from the best you see now.
living in this world,
you see yourself as the wilting bud.
creeping out of your skin,
as you wither and waste away.
understanding nothing,
ingesting all day.
inside we lay,
as we walk the earth everyday.
with a tinge of wonder,
buried under thoughts that refuse to give away.
only broken mirrors,
show images that don't fade away.
we see that,
the best then,
and the best now,
is far from the same.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
You and Me.
Nothing lies in between,
but a pinch of fear,
and an ounce of hate.
Just a vague silhouette of two,
soft music in the background,
the two of us screaming,
and my neighbour complaining about the noise.
What led us towards one another?
Those are thoughts I will not fathom.
Engulfed in the nothingness of our emotions,
we lead one another into the darkness,
darkness inside our souls instead of the night.
We dance together,
but only when you'd like,
and not because we like to dance,
but because we have nobody else to dance with.
Then you leave,
and return as you'd like.
I welcome you with warm arms,
but a cold heart.
You may leave with a fond memory,
but you left me with nothing,
but the strand of hair in my bed.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
all those times,
when you'd scream my name out,
to get me into your office.
I never thought I would miss the stress.
all those times,
when you'd lecture me,
and tell me not to work too hard and maybe play a little.
Words nobody would ever say so blatantly to me.
all those times,
when you pushed me to my limit,
showed me that I was stronger than I thought.
Nobody would've put in that much effort to make me a better person.
All those times,
I will hold on to 'those times' forever.
You've been way too good to me,
and I can't even give you a big ole hug.
Know that I shall always wish you the best that life can offer,
even though I can't tell you to your face.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 4:12 AM UTC
datta, dayadhvam, damyata.
give, sympathize, control.
Three words the thunder said repetitively,
none of the men understood.
Every time he roared "DA",
they did hear,
but they did not listen.
The thunder persistently continued,
men finally understood through experience.
"DA"- whispered the thunder,
and the father listened.
Datta - it meant to give his daughter away to her paramore.
"DA"- he said once more,
the farmer listened.
Dayadhvam- it meant to sympathize when he saw the starving man.
"DA" - the thunder will roar for the last time,
and this time,
all of mankind will listen.
Damyata - control your mind and peace shall be yours forever
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
God, give me grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed,
Courage to change the things
which should be changed,
and the Wisdom to distinguish
the one from the other.
- Reinhold Niebuhr (1892–1971)-
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
The scent of your perfume on my pillow,
it's long gone.
I don't know if I want you back,
but for certain,
I want it back.
It awakens not just my body-
but my soul.
It stirs my inner goddess,
I crave you.
I want it back.
It brings a stretch in my stride,
a stroll in my step.
Making me believe,
I'm the best version of myself.
I want it back.
It makes me a wanderer,
a dreamer,
like I've got the world at my finger tips.
I want it back.
I'm done with watching cars that pass me by,
hoping that you're in it.
I'm done with thinking about my goals,
they're just dreams with deadlines.
I want it back,
I want the part of me that you took with you back.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
The young maiden,
with eyes the color of the green-blue sea,
porcelain skin,
and the face of an angel.
She had a hyacinth in her flaxen hair.
She is the hyacinth girl,
with beauty words can't describe,
and the grace of a princess.
Today somebody called me the hyacinth girl,
words nobody has ever said to me.
Glancing at the image in the mirror,
I didn't believe her words.
grotesque,
revolting,
and disappointing.
are all compliments that I have received generously.
hyacinths - however, I have never received.
"words with malicious intent, were never actually intended maliciously", they said.
they led me to believe,
that I could never be the hyacinth girl,
that I see deep inside of me.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC