“Just pick a path,
and pick a vice”

Is what the old man said
when I asked for advice

It has never been clearer,
that I’m lost when I stray too far from You.


I really wished I said this earlier,
I hope it’s not too long overdue.


I suppose it’s better late than never, so:

God, how do you do?

If we were happily in love,
and then I began to stray a little farther-

I’m sorry, love,
but you can blame my father.

As the sounds of morning begin to meep,
I told her good night and went to sleep.

I realized,
the secrets of happiness aren’t too deep;
but the climb up the mountain is a little steep.

Morning arrived
earlier than I expected;
while I was reflecting
on the minutes I neglected

Sleep,
why do you elude me?
Everybody else is in peaceful world of slumber;
but my insomnia excludes me

The Sun lights up the morning
And I light up my cigarette
But the night makes day look boring
Or is my normalcy just illiterate?

Life is short,
Life is quick.
But there’s always a wonder of sort,

even when it looks dreary and bleak.

The reason on this trip we came
was to forget about superficial dames
chasing money and fame

Our senses piercing through the veils of reality
stuck in a vortex of time and perpetuality
questioning the true nature of reality.

Seeing things for more than what they seem
like how rain resembles life’s intricate themes
and our union, God’s great schemes

Forget the scientific name
and what love looks like conventionally
for LSD means love, serendipity, and dreams

Seeking solace
in the impenetrable fortress that I built
Only for the walls to be pierced
by the arrows of my own guilt

Can anybody really differentiate
between the truth and the lies?
Is our failure to do so
the reason we resort to temporary highs?

Deep down I know, my true Love
looks down upon me from the skies
I just hope in my silence
He could hear my prayers and my cries.

If you awake to news
that I have died in the morn
Be still
Don't cry, don't mourn

No need for you to get down on two knees,
all I ask for is a little prayer
And remember me for my good deeds
so I can be prepared to meet my Maker

The distance is apparent,
but you cannot see the wall.

Nothing matters
Should I even care at all?

Everybody knew I was coming down,
but nobody thought I’d fall

Days are getting vapid

I need something to call

A purpose

A reason to live
until I’m in a hearse

And when that day comes

On my behalf,
   please recite a holy verse.

She flew into my heart like a dove,
and left a mark like an earthquake.
One day I was writing poems about love,
the next, I’m writing about heartbreak.

Oh, men.

How we lend our ears to the siren's song

Just to realize

that the siren's wrong

What is it that I truly seek?
What happened to the beauty,
in all that I used to see?

Can someone explain what happened to me?

I used to have the buzz and the impetus, that you'd see in a bee.
But these days, I look like a stone tied to a tree.


Asking myself,
at which age did happiness decide to flee?