I sever all my ties with you,
And I no longer submit to your instructions.
I float on this land as I am renewed,
I see you are no longer a human.
You search me but don't  find me,
I am not a phantom that will haunt your dreams,
I am a thought appearing  on your window,
That watches you weave a crestfallen poetry.
Yellow light from a lamp beside the bed,
Heart on your hand, and you can't utter my name.
Unsend letters like dandelions on a field,
The moon glows to remind you of the better memories.

Here I am, a kid again,
Jealous as a kid has ever been,
Jealous of the love that you have,
A love that I will never feel.
Here I am, gawking at you,
Like you stole my little today.
But all you did was live your life.
And I am just a jealous boy.
How hard must it be for you?
I wouldn't know, as I am just a kid,
Who looks at you with eyes of envy,
Wondering what I could have been.

I promised that it would be the last time I cried,
But here I am, my words, I write for you.
You are the peace that got stolen from me one summer afternoon.

It's ok, I said, I will be fine.
But here I am, struggling to breathe myself back into life.
I bring out the tissues to wipe away my tears,
But what will wipe these memories out?
What will remove the stain in my heart?
And untangled the thread that has me bound.

I can see it in my eyes, you are newer than before,
Wiser than I have ever been, and stronger than my bones.
And here I am scattered like a plate dropped on the floor.
And distorted like a shadow turning into a ghost.  

While you flourish with the second I wither at every turn,
While you kiss your new lovers I am engulfed by the thought of us.

I rise from my ashes and there I see you,
You are the freshness - the morning dew.
I am awake to the sound, the whispers of your breath.
I tread along this path, knowing this road leads your way.
All around me I hear the buzzing of bees and the wind’s howl,
And I wonder what the sun will gain by shining,
For the years when you won’t be around.

To whom do I sing?
This soulless song,
Played on the broken harp,
Something lost,
Something forgotten.
You look at me with eyes of sympathy?
Do you wish to make me cry,
Without tears rolling down my chin?
But I am no longer a child,
Do you understand my words?
I am a man or a woman,
Something greater than someone.
The boulders, they bend my back,
Thrashed by the sea, the waves cut my arms,
But I remain indifferent,
Not the nail that bends with the hammer.
Because I no longer carry myself,
But the weight of all on my shoulders.

Withering hearts look up at the sky,
Searching for what?
The colors of hope to make them realize,
Wings that spans across the seven seas,
A hand that reaches the soul that's lonely,
Not to die in  the cold,
The nakedness of vulnerability,
But to dance with the thread of gold,
Angelic summer's prosperity,
Drench in the rain, cry with the wind,
That is all that heart wants,
To show and to be seen.

I lost count of the trials,
That ended with broken ribs,
The skull that couldn't grow roses,
And died because of the poisonous Aconitum.
Even when the body rose,
Recollecting parts where the poison didn't go,
Like a destiny, writing on the stone,
It got knocked to the ground,
A victim of the misery's arrow.
With time the bones healed,
But something got wrecked, something grew weak,
What was something under the bones; the skin, the flesh?
It was the person, that was nowhere left.

It is a familiar ache that just can’t break your heart,
While the world moves forever,
All you seem to do is fall apart.
People change, people move,
Fall in love, make new friends,
But time has frozen for you since you were thirteen.
And that was the last time, your bones felt alive,
It was the last time, you felt bigger than life.
Now, everything’s erased and only questions stain your mind,
Why did you make me, is it because you love to see me cry?
And if you wanted the trouble, you could have been patient with that time.
Your recklessness only turned into my burden,
But if my tears changed your, heart, I wouldn’t be searching for someone.

Every night plays itself, a reminder that it matters less,
To exist isn’t pleasure, only pleasure is the feeling of existence.

I will let you buy me flowers,
Only if you will  stay until they dry,
My love, my  words  are too sharp,
I forget who I am sometimes.
You can send me handwritten letters,
Like old lovers who never die,
I will read, but never keep,
How do I tell my love I am terrified?
When you will lock your eyes on my face,
I can't promise that I won't cry,
It's true that I am not perfect,
But you should know  I never tried.

Nancy Marie,
Her face so soft, ever manifesting phantom to the eyes.
Colors on her lips, she painted her lovers, with hands forever polite.
Nancy Maire,
When she danced donning the green velvet dress,
The summer couldn't compete, faded away its golden grace.
Mesmerized, were the spectators, graced by her presence,
Not only did the beauty stain their memory,
But their heart sank to what couldn't be contained.
The flowers didn't bloom and instead, they chose to hide,
Nothing like Nancy Marie, the wind whispered to the sky.

I never cried for loss,
But I cried for you,thousand tears, and some more,
Greater than loss,
I cried for betrayal, the thousand fragment of hope.

I didn't cry,
For the aching heart,
That only knew how to get hurt,
But I cried so deep,
For my little hands,
That were scared of every touch.

If heaven's million star,
Came done to crush my skull,
Non of them would give a scar,
It is only you that cuts deep,

I shouldn't have,
But you know I did,
I couldn't loved someone incomplete.

Call me by my name,
Because I can hear you,
You are just a dream away.
Curled just like the waves,
I can feel your heartbeat,
As mine beats today.

You don't even know me,
I  may pass by as some strangers do.
And if we met for a day,
Your hands might belong to some new.

But I hope the stars, they didn't lie,
When they sang about you that night,
I hope my vision didn't cheat,
When they tied your soul to me.

I have a feeling as old as time,
No love compares, it's you and I.
Eyes don't know, but the heaven sees,
If you weren't here, I know I wouldn't exist.

Pain don't run through my lovers vein,
With your never ending trials and broken promises.
Come to me,if you need a body to rot,
I  will give what is left, if not enough, I will beg for some more to god.

You living inside me isn't difficult,
You can haunt me for a lifetime.
But it is difficult when you run through my lovers eyes.
To be a fool, and watch all the lovely parts disappear with time.


So come to me, I will make you a blanket out of  roses,
Knit all my pleasures for you turn them into sorrows,



but please don't run through my lovers vein.

A dark place awaits, where I wish to take this skin and bones.
I take long astral walks, to replace this skin and bones.
Summer bird sings,"She will go with her skin.
It's song brings me comfort, not the truth that it is uttering.

The sky above becokons, "Come with your skin and bones."
The earth pulls me down, "This is where they belong."
I loath myself, as I loath these skin and bones.
Divided,I stand in the horizon, along with the summer bird's song.

He loved the half of me as if I was a whole. The scattered parts of me created another meaning in his presence. Like the lines that joined the stars to create a constellation, he added a new perspective to my existence. Maybe this is why it was so hard to forget him, because forgetting him meant to forget that part of me. As he carried away  the best of me, I was left with bitter memories.
Losing him, I  lost all the lines. As the gust of wind blew on my face, I became just another star in the sky.

I wish I could love you,
Like you were something new.
Not like a piece of this hollow soul,
That I  am now stumbling into.
You feel like a new bud,
Still like the old dawn.
You feel like something that I loved,
Before I even knew how to love.

The mysteries that reside in your eyes,
Is just another perplexing thought.
As it doesn't only shroud my words,
But it contains the soul, that is above all.
A soul that is a reflection of you,
A soul that shares your essence.
As I peak through those eyes,
I stumble upon its radiance.
A light that can't be measured in space
Neither can it be contained in time,
If the universe were to fit in one place,
It would be in the center of those eyes.

The vastness of the ocean,
Can't capture the gleam in your eyes.
In the dark woods,
The vanity of my life.
It will be your soul, that will glow,
Hope in the dire times.
Today will forever shift into tomorrow,
But it will be you that will stay the same.
Even in memory,
It will never be nostalgic,
That's the way you will remain.

I put my heart on the pages of my favorite book, such that you will trace each word to know me better/ I will place my love in the core of my favorite things, such that you will see why I treasure it so much/I am sorry if I won't kiss you because my passion doesn't lie on my lips/It's not the texture of skin that I crave but for the eyes read the soul within/If you were to ever leave me I wouldn't be living in your head/I would be in the shadows of the things present, at the places that we met.

I asked how long,
Were you going to stare?
At the these vacant eyes,
You said as long as the stars fill the sky.

I wish I had known you sooner.
Because if I knew you,
I would have prepared,
Prepared myself for you.

The depth in wich you dive,
The stubbornness of your soul.
If I knew you loved like this,
I would have loved somebody else.

The burden to return your love,
Burns all of my bones.
The need to trust you,
Turns into a sorrow.

As I hold on ,
To the cinders of my past,
You hold on to me,
I am like a child in your arms.

It's my need to run,
That drives us both apart.
But if I were to open up,
I know you would love me for my scars.

My mind filled with cacophony-of things that many never reach you,
A forgotten sweater of your past lover that hides in your bedroom.
I  know I won't last eternally, only as long as the  snowflakes,
As the sun melts its corner, so will my sorrows wash me away.

But amid all my troubles only, if you were to bloom like a rose,
It wouldn't be a God who created you, but you would be his form.

My love for you will take us past this sky,
Little parts of us will be scattered in the night.
People will see it,
And call it a falling star.
Whatever they may wish,  
It will not be greater than our love.

I wish I could write,
The way the poets do,
Then my words could make you cry,
But for now, I will cry alone.

I wish I could love,
The way the lovers do,
Then my eyes would follow yours,
But for now, they will linger alone.

Not a single blow of wind,
Pushes my boat further.
Nothing plays with its sail,
So it neither goes north nor south.

Rain,
Hurrican,
Storm,
They all come and go.

But my boat sits there,
In the middle of the sea.
As if the forces of nature don't exist,
It sits there awaiting nothing.

I hope the words from my lips,
Reaches your ears.
The way the river kisses the sea,
The way the sun touches the hill.

I hope the pain from my heart,
Reaches your eyes.
The way the wind pushes the clouds,
The way the dew falls on the leaf.

I was never perfect,
And I know I will never be.

But I hope your love,
Reaches my soul.
In a way that others never did,
Through a way that others could never see.

I find myself in pieces,
Not as a half,
Not as a whole,
But as pieces and fragments scattered beyond.

Then I see you,
A single piece of you,
Sometimes half,
Sometimes full.

And I find my self coming,
With all the pieces of me.
To be collect and kept next to you,
Until there is a piece of me.

I need to forgive myself,
Then only I can forgive you.
I need to love myself,
Then only I can love you.

If I could,
I would take myself far.
Far from me,
And close to you.

If I could,
I would erase myself,
And become you,
All of you.

But for now,
The need for I is greater than the need for than us,
The need for skin greater than the need for love.

If you could, would you wait?
I wish I could tell you when.

If I knew my body,
You would know mine.
If I knew my mind,
You would know mine.

The wrath of seen,
Greater than fear of the unseen.  
What's keep hidden,
More certain than what comes out of it.

To settle down somewhere,
Beneath the glow of the crescent moon,
Where nothing but darkness prevails.
Where I and my solitary are hinged together,
The echos of ground wouldn't perforate my thoughts,
The lurid character, only visible to me-
Preserved for me.
The crooked branches wouldn't point towards me,
Their menace evaporating before reaching us.
Only in-ear, they would sometimes buzz,
Restating their vile self.

But, I dream far beyond the horizon- and I see,
A pristine place left for me.

Anywhere the compass may point,
It leads to a single place.
There my  hands tremble,
As thoughts accumulate into words,
Afraid it will not be enough, every time.
My guts, tighten and my heart sink deep,
Though the eyes want to tell the story,
They are afraid of someone reading it
I know it will perish- me and my poetry.
The black crow sitting on my porch,
Explains how it's vexing him.

I understand and for him, I drop the pen,
Staring at the clouds I hope for rain.

Maybe I am falling in love with this feeling of being without you.

Your whispers keep me alive in the moments that I can't breathe,
I tread lightly following; your footsteps to the unseen.
The havoc in my mind dwindles with your every touch,
I claim you in my heart but, your eyes only reach her.

Still naive, I solemnly weave myself  lies,
Not all love lasts, but I pray you will see mine.
In the distant future, when all your lovers wither into the snow,
I hope you will hear my lullaby and claim it to be your home.

I have a home for everything broken,
A home for everything that is lost.
In the  lap of imperious wind,
The treacherous surreality of wind.
What accosts to the soldiers,
Those with an ambiguous life.
What keeps them at the front,
Through dire ways of the tide?
It is the home, in the heart and the mind.
It is the home that fills the pages of life.

Lost souls, they  soar through the clouds,

With the hope of finding love.

To settle down somewhere is to return to earth,

Home to tragedies and mistrust.  



So, every atom combines to aid them  through the night,

Through the trials of wind and precipitates of the sky.  

For them, peace lies above and beyond the sun's light,

Where they either find love or heaven to rest inside.

Forever trap me in my dreams,
Where uncertainty and reality,
Blends to form a nightmare.

I wounder what would happen if I were to fly away from you,
Would I shine like the star, or perish into the blue

Let me live,
The way lotous blooms on mud.
Let me live,
The way mountain stands on earth.

Let me have a voice,
Not just your judgement.
Let me have a choice
Not just your ignorance.

Teach me virtue,
With it teach me acceptance.
And teach me to love,
The perfume of my essence.

Stranger to you.
Stranger to them.
Stranger to me.
           Me

There is nothing about tomorrow,  
That today can't be.
There is nothing about today,
That tomorrow can't end.

Kiss me with the eyes,
That only wishes to see.
And for ever cherish,
The dreaded heat.
Comfort - not with words,
That only shroud the love.
But with the gentleness,
Of the ever greatful touch.

The vision of you in my head,
Blurred the lines of imaginary.
I say I don't, but I do.
Remember every piece of it.

You left with love, with words,
That still rests on its meaning.
Removing the thrones of flower,
I politely let it cut my skin.


You walked so quickly,
Unhesitatingly,
You further walked away.

Until your shadow turned into ghost,
That keeps haunting me to this day .

No rainbow follows the hurricane,
That growls like the lions roar.
For I am the rainbow that lives,
Forever in the unfortunate storm.

How nice would it be,  
To dance beneath the stars.
Wails of current couldn't wash me,
Neither could it keep us apart.

The crescent moon,
On edge of the horizon.
Later introducing,
It's impartial luminescence.

How nice would it be,
To sit with you for the last time.
Turning mournings and sadness,
To confetti in the sky.

Even with closed eyes- I see them vividly,
The stretched darkness, bitter melancholy.
They dance up-down, my head-my toe.
Glued to my eyes, but I recall no more.

Written by the angels,blessed by heaven,
And I pour them meticulously,out of my pen.
They would fall like rain,on a parched soil,
Guided by the stars,a guide to my hands.

Call it a tragedy -I left them so bluntly.
I have nothing but, the stollen symphony.
Don't sing like they did -oh the dream I had,
I would sit and cry, but I recall no more.

Call me when the angels fall on earth,
When the volcano ceases to erupt.
When the lotus gets revived from mud,
And the nightingales sing songs of love.

From the saddest part of my heart,
I try to write the saddest words.
Words filled with deserted dreams,
Words that will expunge me.

But, will it make the souls quiver?
Will it sting the sternest heart?
Peel my tempestuous mind,
And turn it into a delicate art.

After I write, in the tears filled night.
Will it soak up, all the sorrows of life?
With the eyes of pity, and fear-filled skin,
Will you cry as I bleed with the ink?

If it can do none, then seal the hands that write.
Beyond this promise me to never unrecalled my words,
And call me the traveler who dreamt of the saddest poem.

I carry a knot in my heart.
My hands tremble,
I can't comfort them both.

I have a fear,
It rests on my fingertips.
I have doubts,
Pumped into my veins.

Maybe they are right,
I am not who I used to be.
Maybe they are right,
I should probably give in.

To the flickering light,
That rests on my stand.
To the empty pages,
That I hold in my hand.

Who am I meant to be?
If I leave all my words.
What will remain of me?
If I surrender and let go.

A dream was seen on a night of roses,
The moon came down,
To give a kiss on the forehead.
The stars tamed the heart,
Freeing it of its burden.
The brain cried to the eyes ,
Adieu to the the thoughts that propelled.
Finally everything was quite,
No one lost, no one came out victorious,
Everyone rejoiced.
Opening champagne to honour the night,
Alsas! they all woke up,
But  they may dream again tonight.

I wasn't wise but I was way before my years,
In the hollow doom, I wished to be a bird.
My feelings were perplexed, nauseating to the core.
The sympathy of the street lamps turned me old.
Through the folding and unfolding,
Of all the phases of the youth.
There was no correct articulation of who we were turning into.
Days were sharp but the nights filled with choice.
There was no malice in the verdict,
Trouble brought destiny and acceptance carried rejoice.

The truth is vile but it is the one that we must see.
Every tears I cried , I cried within me.
I am proud of myself,
For I stood so large for so long.
But the gravity of my inner demon,
Isn't letting me move on.
I have come far,
I walked 100 miles.
And I have reached no where,
I have nothing by my side.
The choice is clear,
You can only give to take.
It's the feeble kind of choice,
Demolishing my everyday.
An empty vessal,
With colorful patterns painted in his front.
What is the use of it,
If it can't hold water nor sun .

Creature of the unknown forest,
Where it fogs as it rains.
What do you see in the deserted,
While there stood fairest of the fairest.
I sweep old chimneys,
And I don't have a heart of gold.
One glory of the Sunday morning,
I watched two cuckoo birds turn cold.
There was once a prince,
Who invited me into the garden of rose.
I didn't slip a slipper or fall asleep.
So he disappeared like the mist you know.

Creature of the unknown forest,
Tell me what do you see in me.
Do you see me or the eyes of you?
Twisted branch and poisoned leaf.
Just like you, I was rejected and untouched.
I wasn't born there but I grew up in a mud.
And just like you, I wished to be seen.
Now that you see, am I complete?
A barrel filled with open baggage,
I have yet to take, yet to give.
Carry it past the mourning hill,
Where the villagers don't reach.
So take me there,
Be my friend or my foe.
Now that you see me I want to be unknown.