A belittled heaven, I never am yearning at

It was impassable, like love

A long wait, and you stay beside

eager to hold, even razor's edge.

Along the seashore, as he was

moving through the sands,
encountered this exquisite
shiny green demijohn, corked
snugly with a small piece of
an old, dry parchment in it.
getting excited, he pulled the
extra tight spile open. Taking

it out of the bottle, spreading
nicely the curled up paper, on

a dry space he could find, he

began reading the words scrawled
on it. The paper read, "Whomsoever,
this paper shall find, shall simply
throw it back into the sea. Humour."
lacking clarity, he did as was told
exactly. Bottled the message into the sea.

His last words he uttered
were heard by only him and
were subsequently written
not on paper
but the white wall
in red. His red.

L    o    o    k
                         a    s
                                         i    f
you
                                         a    r    e
                     incapable
           o    f
success.

B    e
               a    s          t    h    o    u    g    h
success
                     deserves
you.

Sea shells washing ashore,
struggling back to you, while
***** crawl sideways,
away from you, O majestic sea,
I bow down to thee.

The golden light of sunset
kissing my face fervently,
the smell of fishes is definitely
nugatory here, O majestic sea,
I bow down to thee.

The loud chatter of people
can be silenced by the sound
of your waves crashing and hitting
the shore, O majestic sea,
I bow down to thee.

The sands treating my feet softly,
the breeze sprinkling salty mist in my hair,
I close my eyes and I find solitude
with joy, O majestic sea,
I bow down to thee.

The little drop of water
hanging on a leaf above
the colony of ants on the ground.
A subtle manifestation of
an impending disorder that'll
turn their lives around.
Our love is thus alike,
in every way with the ants.
It doesn't matter to them what
hits them,
Life stays in a state of constance.

Love
                        may be a remedy,
             but
                                                           I was hurt.

Wounds
                                 may heal,
                     but
                                                     scars remain.

It may seem like

you're burning away  all  your  worries

                                   that you feel lighter

and it just helps you escape depression

                                               momentarily

                          but continues to eat you,

                  darken, what was once pure;

and push you more

towards the point of no return.


Ask yourself.
Is it the best solution?
Is it really worth it?
Is this the help you need?

Some things should never be burned away.
(And some things can't be.)

So famished without
you here
I can eat a bullet
to suffice that hunger.

A home, She has built
inside where she stays
With her life moves
mine. Hence I live.

Everyday we see new people.
People walking around,
brushing past us.
We see them go.

Can't deny, at times a certain woman
in an amazing black dress
or one in a ***** outfit
catches more than just your attention.

One may say, somebody has got
a little crush on a stranger.
Seeing people together makes you
want to be with someone.

And then, you go home,
ready to sleep at night
playing a certain song
to help you sleep.

There she is,
in front of your eyes,
as always,
every time you close them,
she appears.

She never leaves your sight,
as she dwells there itself.
That face,
however far away, is crystal clear.
That face,
is all you ever need.

However long
you need to wait,
however hard
you need to work, to get her
and however far
she seems to be,
she will be yours, you'll see.

The face behind
"Wonderful Tonight",
I'll be waiting for you

because

I just

can't help

falling

in love

with

you.

When I look at you,
my heart races like a galloping horse
Everything except you is a blur
and I feel like I had the strongest liquor.

When I talk to you,
classical music takes over my mind
The melody of your voice talking back
fills colours to everything white and black.

When I am around you,
the smell of jasmine fills the space
Time flows slowly just like honey
and the season of spring takes over within me.

When you stop seeing me,
There will not be darkness taking over,
The colours shall not fade away
And nights will also be as bright as my day.

When you stop talking to me,
Silence will not be dreaded at all,
Music will not stop flowing around me,
And the songs will always be there to give me company.

When you are gone,
I'll be alright and I will not be a mess.
Sadness won't be prominent and it won't feel heavy.
Stay happy wherever you are and just remember me.

Brick by brick you helped me make it.
In every brick, had all the love.
They stood strong together, quite high,
and soaring skies above.

So engrossed and lost, to realise
how quickly the time had flown,
because you had left by then,
as everything came crumbling down.

It's been days since I woke up
to that soft breezy sunshine
falling over my face, lightening me up.
Her face welcoming with a smile.

Who knew, it would be the last,
the last time I gave rest to my eyes,
Slept like a baby that night,
as she had cuddled up my beside.  

Caffeine my dearest friend,
I hardly ever need you anymore,
Now I stay up, without your help,
Her memory has made me so.

My eyes, you'll see, are red now,
it's not the blood cells, but aether,
which hold the reality stone,
I see things that don't exist either.

I feel tired and worn out, but
Just can't seem to give it a rest,
I can't close my eyes now.
I'll see her in the complete darkness.

The first rays of sun falling over
the pots kept on the windowsill
I can hear the flowers stretching
out after a nice, cosy sleepy fill.

"Good morning little ones", I wish
while watering them for the day,
I can sense them glee, "You too,
Mr. Nice Guy", I imagine them say.

Getting ready for a bath, I could feel
cold droplets of water splashing
over my body. My new soap
of lemongrass, smells refreshing.

The toaster tings with two pieces out,
And a bowl of milk with fruit loops.
Getting dressed for work, tying the tie,
Slipping the leather belt through the hoops.

A fresh pair of socks near my shoes,
so shiny, I could see my reflection,
I think I forgot to comb my hair, but
I am perfect with this imperfection.

Tap my car remote and it unlocks,
I sit in it comfortably, rev it up a little
Start driving on the road, straight on
but the distance seems abysmal.

It suddenly starts to darken in front,
The chills hitting me suddenly,
I wake up from my dream, still
in dark, feeling cold and in agony.

Some things you want to let go.
But it seems hard.
'cause they were happier times.

Some moments you can never regret.
Not worth a disregard.
Still be melodious rhymes.

You can't always be in heaven,
nor is it always hell.
The intersection's all you are in,
That's exactly where you dwell.

It's time to forget. Time to forgive.
To cherish. To really live.
Get going with life. Move on.
'cause after the dark of the night, there shall be dawn.

He bade his love goodbye.

Had our life go its way
Choices made so silly
It mattered not where we reach
We care is the journey.

Created it the way we like
Loved the way we had it paint
Blue grass and green skies
and we shall do it again.

Reminded by a 5 by 7
The photograph had us all
Tattered and uneven though
the memories stayed tall.

Daylight shines like the lustre on a gold bar
Temperature slowly increasing with time
Dawn occurs early now, the birds, they sing soon
"I get less time to be admired", cries the moon.

O Apollo, you rise and shine brilliantly ever so now,
From orange to yellow and slowly to white-ish
Spreading light all over the world to see
I admire the way you burn so brightly.

This time of the year, it is still not my favourite though,
The heat is unbearable and so is profuse sweating.
Now all that's left is to avoid getting tanned badly,
So it's either put sunscreen on or the Sun screen on me.

O dear lord of the Sun, please be merciful this time,
Show that you can still be a charm.
Bring your party of clouds always with you,
I have always loved Winters, I might love Summer too.

Wish I could be numb towards inexistent feelings,

like catching air with bare hands, it is but tough.

My sensory neurons are ever active, sadly

I could feel you fading away from my life.

Constantly.

In my hopes to see
you amidst the darkness
I care not to plummet
into the abyss
Cannot live otherwise,
the togetherness I miss.

.
                    THE orange HUE OF SUNSET
       FILLED THE blue SKY
THE WAY YOUR pink FACE
          FILLS THE black VOID OF MY EYE.

Your cherry coloured lips used to
bring the coral blush on my cheeks.
But now it boils my crimson within,
leaving my face all scarlet with rage.

You were the apple of my eye,
as precious as ruby to me.
But now, wine and water seem the same,
and jam never tastes as sweet.

Walking through the dark alley
only lit by the moonlight, I
saw her radiant face, so shiny
and suspiciously elegant.
Her figure, it
filled every emotion
with lust
those lips she bit,
with an ulterior notion
I guess.
Slowly walked towards her
those bright lips
seemed to light up the way
but her face now seemed to fade
Where once stood she
now stood a wall, my
hands frantically trying to find
where went the woman of mystery,
of her there remains no sign.