All we need is that one person.
Share all without any Curtains.

Judged Not for a single moment.
And Share all which can be spoken

We can actually be ourselves without being judged even for a second.

To whom we can share our views freely and even our flaws.

To whom we can share our Goals and our Problems.  

To whom we can talk anything under the sky.  

To whom we trust completely and share our most intimate secrets without an iota of doubt in our minds.  

The Soul Mate is like a Mirror where we can just undress and be the real self.  Free and Just Free.  

I still seek for the soul mate whom I can relate to , who accepts me as what I am , who understands me and loves me for whom I am.  

I seek someone who unconditionally listens to me endlessly and consistently.  

I seek someone whom I can be only me and share my intimate secrets and fantasies.  

I seek someone who can share their problems with me and who looks upon me.

I seek someone who seeks me only.
But as of now I am yet to find anyone and now I can only remember the words once said to me once  that “Sometimes Somethings are not Meant for Someone”.

They
        
               Say
    
                          Good

                                      Man

                         Are

                 Hard

                             To

                                     Find

                                              I
    
                                Say
  
                      Maybe

      Perhaps
      
         We’re
                
                Just
          
                       Very

                            Good

                                 At

             Playing

                           Hide

                                   And

                                            Seek.

lies lies lies
they won't stop running through my mind

lies lies lies
convincing everyone I'm fine

lies lies lies
they happen time after time

lies lies lies
and all i can say is i apologize

lies lies lies
they are all thats left inside

Secrets

Soul eating monsters

Your secrets, so happy, so perfect

My secrets, so dark, so hurtful

Your secrets fill you with joy

My secrets fill me with despair

You are a saver

So save me from my unending doom

-storymakerinprogress

Secrets

Secrets hurt,

secrets can ****.

Secretes create lies,

Secrets break me.

-storymakerinprogress

She was ice cold in midwinter
Cause cold was all she knew.

Yet, even the most solid ice melt
With a little affection
With most compression
And a heart full of patient.

She still delays
Because someday
Her guard will yield
At someone capable enough
To make her ice melt.

as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
leaving this will be easier than living
it, typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
little
and the worst,
far too much.
from ONTHEBUS - 1992

some churches have bones,
and a graveyard for all the prayers
god didn't answer

I remember nights
Close with you.

Safe in your arms,
Your presence filling
My consciousness.

Your dreams running
On the edges of mine,
Filled with riches
And contentment.