My days are numbered...
the body casts a shadow
penumbra
across the lustrous face
of Time

Soon I will fall,
silent pendulum
prostrate
into Your celestial arms
Swamiji
a Lotus petal
drifting down from heaven

Swollen tears crash against
riverbanks
golden fish swim in limpid, rippling
black iris pools of my eyes

And the wild throbbing of
my soul
cannot contain
this love that
soars unfettered, undying
perpetually
towards...
You

Your eyes no longer shine
As bright as they once did
No more do your irises cage a raging flare
Once bursting with beauty

No longer do they conceal the lights the night brings out

I remember how they would endlesssly burn,
When the colours of a dying twilight
Would swirl within your bistre pupils
And lace your glares with its splendour
I remember, while our passion still burned,
Losing myself in the depths of your glare,
In the stars of your stares
In the depths of the night

That fire is gone
But its glow lives on
Somewhere within the dreams I love the most
Brightening my sleep with its bliss

Your smile

Has melted my heart

Your smile

Just one smile

Makes me happy then never before

Today I was shocked by your words.

Today started of pretty well. You saw me, you noticed me. I saw you, I smiled at you.

I thought.

But when my friend told me you used to like another person, I felt anger.

The person you liked. I'll call her "B."

I never liked B. She was nice, rude, back and forth.

But you used to like her? Yes, I've seen her hang around you, and felt the tingle of jealousy, but, the fact that you used to like her doesn't make sense.

I like you. And I don't think you like me. You think we're just friends. But I think my feelings are way farther than that.

I know it's stupid. I'm not suppose to hate B. But the fact that you liked her makes my anger rise, and I hear from my head- "****."

I'm very confused,

But I love you.

Hello!
Who ever is reading this- I have something very important to say!

You're amazing. I may not know you, but you're cool.

You're beautiful.

You're smart.

You're awesome.

You're kind.

Do you know why I'm saying this to you, even though I don't know you?

Because I know that everyone(including you) is a fantastic person.

You may not be one at this right moment, but you are.

I love you.

Why.

Is is impossible to happen
Or is the world just too cruel

Do warnings slides by
Is my hope far too high

For this damaged world
To rewind

And if we can live the way we were
Be not blind

Terrorism. Drugs. Brutal wars- and lies sweet as honey
******, ****, kidnap, robbery, and greedy thrives for money.
Pollution to our precious Earth that was given to us. And evil roaming.

Why.

I must be pure. I don't understand the evil in human hearts and hands splattered with blood.

I've always wanted a place of pure and good. Is it just that hard? To not pick the fruit out of Garden of Eve?

Respect. Obey. I guess we, the humans, were terrible at that.
A one simple command. But we can't obey it.

But it's not our fault. We were built like that.

Still.... I just wish the world was a happy place...

With no war

With no despair

With no cries

With no ******

With no wailing of mother

With no homeless

With no pollution

With no divorce

With no evil...

Hey. Don't judge. It's just my hope for the world.

My love to you is a drug

I try to stop it,

But I keep on thriving for it.

Is that good or bad?

2017.

A new year.

A new hope.

A new chance for you

NEW.

We're quite with screaming lungs
and they would not know
our definition because
we were not defined,
we were hung somewhere
in between being human
and being demonic.
Because humans have hearts, they say,
and demons don't have souls, they say.
But we?
We are ghost faces,
born of of the pallor of the clouds
with hearts that beat too fast,
and lungs that scream too loud
and a void gaping inside us
where a soul should be.
So we reach on our tiptoes
to touch the sky and collapse
because our hearts beat too fast
for too long and because
it's a dying muscle that we can't revive,
But we're dancing ashore
after we know the guilt,
and after we have relapsed from the regret
and after our hollows contain the oceans,
we were not afraid but we are brave now.
Not because we're not human,
because we can be more than human.

We can be kindness.