23 January 2015

Visions called my soul,

And made the silent promises,

That these voids will fill,

Though it could never happen,

Now I would love to go back,

In the distances,

Distances! My heart made through out years,

I would love to stare lonely sky,

And will shed my emotions in the river,

That runs in a sunless country side,

The essence of free air let my lungs breathe,

So I promise,

My death will search no reasons,

To get away with these voids,

Because through these voids my lungs breathe!

Maybe lies are sweet
because that's how sugarcoated
things tastes like

lost my head
while searching for
my mind
so wrapped up in seeming well
insanity in vanity

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

I caught a snapper
belly white as sea foam
puff white clouds above