Can anyone fix this broken heart?
its been stabbed
cheated
betrayed
injured
broken
blamed
incap­acitated
maimed
mutilated
its been **KILLED

Revamp yourself first...
Because ur young and free and you have dreams and desires to fulfill with utter gratification.
Because you want to do something meaningful in this world to gleam ur identity , to make people know who you actually are , and to where you belong.
Keep expanding ur horizon ,
decolonize your mind ,
and cross borders cause at the end we only regret the chances we didn't take.
Stop Existing.
Start Living.
Carpe Diem :')

"So,whats your thing?"
I questioned as i gazed into his amber eyes
*(so tender so pure)
*waiting for an answer to revamp my world.



“I write”
Said he, a whispered proclamation.



"About what?"
I asked, hoping to be blessed by his utterance
to be blessed by his words




"I write about the rains
The pearls from heaven drooping down on the wandering souls
a pacific catastrophe


I write about the seas
A crystal sheath of calm, unveiling
not the length of life
but the depth of love


I write about people leaving
Painting my book with ink and thoughts as the dreadful picture
comes back to life.


I write about the murmur of air
Bearing with it a tale, a story
unheard.


I write about the sunrise
Spearing the eye with golden light
death and dark fleeing behind."



and then he stopped.



I dropped my subtle smile as he looked straight into my eyes.
Baffled by his gesture i looked down,to my trembling hands
only to be met by his eyes again.



and he said,



I write about you my love
Those sparkling eyes, that charming smile
That countenance full of life

It's your petty soul that thrills me
A soul I can


B R E A K


S  H  A  T  T  E  R

&

**D   E   S   T   R   O  Y

I'll sing to myself.
The song of the devoted lovers of insanity,
In the orchids with their hands intertwined and their souls moving perfectly in sync.

I'll sing to myself,
The melody of the rain,
Which poured its heart out on the blooming flowers and the tall native trees,
Along with the tender breeze,
Rolling gently in the distance whispering your name.

I'll sing to myself,
The harmony of the brook,
Transcending into the deep seas,
Like it was designed, destined and fated to be a part of it.

I'll sing to myself ,
The song of the lonely mountains,
Beneath the moon, which have seen the untold sunrises, disheveled tides and the low valleys screaming in the hollow yet the alluring land.

I'll sing to myself,
The strain of love and of despair,
Of curse and of prayer,
Of disdain and of admiration-rare.
Of loneliness and only of tears.

I'll sing to myself about thee,
Because you're not here, to sing to me.

swollen
                       *eyelids !
trembling
                    feet !
weak
                hands !
growling
                   stomach !
protruding
                   knees !
red
              nose !
dry
             lips !
pale
            face !
and a slash to each wrist !
**I'M FINE

A thought so sudden, today I remember you
And I can’t help but miss you  -  miss us
Its like, its like the sun has dispelled from the horizons and the seas have given up,
And the flowers,
the flowers have shattered like our hearts  -  that broke.

I have concealed an entire ocean of feelings and emotions that i truly want you to know....
You were there with me,
''FOREVER WITH ME'', you promised (where are you now?)
You were the sole thing that kept me striving to move forward, to do better every time i fall.
You were the very blood in my veins that kept me alive and breathing...
You, you were my soul, my heart (oh god) my everything!
But i couldn’t tell you this...
I...I...just couldn’t tell you this.

It was my pride, my ego, I know, that broke us apart
I tried to change, i swear i tried to change my self but how could I change,
Change what's within my heart.

This was bound to happen, my friend, you left
Leaving me in this fathomless chasm where I'm breaking, I'm falling. I'm losing myself again.
In this forlorn land of trespassing lapse, I'm longing for you and your hand to hold.

It's a whirlwind of a feeling, (Trust Me)

I cannot forgive myself for this sin, I pushed you away.
I cannot breathe the regrets, I'm holding on to this day.
I could have asked you to stay,
stay, just a little longer.
We could have ridden the clouds, could have explored the rainbow after the storm
Could have been whole, together- US.
But i didnt,
(dont ask me why)
I just didnt.

Its far too late to ask for a version of your leaving
Its far too late, to ask you to care
But my beloved friend please,please just know
I wish you were here
**I wish you were here

I am a thousand miles away
from knowing the complexities of a heart
that knows how to beat
but to stop when it is not supposed to;

when there are revolutions of changes
from summer to cold
from dust in the wind to a tale not blown away by mystery.

I’m not quite sure
I’m not sure of what it is -
that makes me want to look at you a little more than I should
or perhaps the struggle to make you look at me-
once
just once.

each day as it unfolds into the night
my eyes search for yours
and they will always-
I know,
never loose sight of you because they know their way back to you

you have guided them,
treaded a path so beautifully I sometimes question-
is it even real?

there is nothing more ecstatic than when you ask me to click you
there is in fact,
no joy that beats the feeling of when you want me to look at you
even through that **** lens.

I scan you, through and through
I now know each and every
wrinkle
freckle
muscle
on your silly face that you make when I tell you to smile

how your eyes reflect the light of the sun
and
oh-
what a sight it is to see those celestial eyes.

trap me in it

I take infinite pictures of you,
every chance I get.
every angle, every way, however you like-

so just-
just stand there
and let me look at you,
a quick gaze.
and maybe just maybe
you can
perhaps see me through.

I wonder what it would be like
If I ever cross paths with you

would you look at me with a silly grin on your face,
or look past like you're supposed to-

today I thought of you and where you'd gone
and it wasn't a fleeting image
it was perhaps a journey I went on all alone-

I found myself walking down this street cluttered with cafes
walls entrapping stories, with ours maybe at the bottom
I saw smiles and giggles and pitchers - half empty this time.

I knocked on unfamiliar doors,
hoping for a gesture of compassion
but nothing felt like you,
The back of the door was an unending abyss
And I still feel trapped in it.

On a lone night, I drove miles and miles
In the city which never felt like home-
listened to love songs about the moon on the radio
as the shadows of us faded away.

I searched for you in the blowing wind
and I searched for you in the symphonies of sound
and perhaps you were there;
but this time I walked right through you.

My mind still wanders
to unknown places
but this dream ceases to end
But if the silence sets in, and it will;
I will know that I, perhaps have found you,

and then-

You will remember
the lapse of when my bemused head
was entangled by your feather thoughts.
You will remember
the scent of the solitary flowers
I kept alive in my pockets.
You will remember
sunshine bleeding through trees
and the gold of the moon and a song about it.
You will remember
all the quiet places
where your mind was yours and sometimes mine too.
You will remember
the flick of my hand
and I will remember yours.

And from that moment on,
I promise-
we, would never part.

I just want to feel enough.
That when my hair is in a mess,
When I've smeared eyeliner all over,
And that I've scratched fingernail polish,
When I'm stammering apologies even for the things I've not done.

Not yet, you'll tell me to hush-

That all of my imperfections were sketched, destined and fated to be perfectly loved by you.

You'd laugh a sardonic laugh at the memory of us

and I-

  I would just let it pass

    With a heart full of sorrow,

          mortified by pain and regrets
        
     and nothing else