I put on a weary eye,
Submit to the night sky,
And then I write;
Of how the kaleidoscope colors,
Are now melancholia infused.
Of how the travelers have become vigilant,
Of how the birth of every dawn,
Has become impotent.
Of how the nothing has become our everything,
Of how I can’t even have a chicken wing.
Of how I’m livin’ the highest of highs,
And the lowest of lows…
The night time sits on my chest,
The melancholia starts to infest,
My very mount Everest.
The darker hues unfold,
I ponder upon the untold,
Stuck on the highway of uncertainty,
My blood may never rejoice in harmony.
So, I put on a teary eye,
Wishing for it all to leave with the tide.

Born into a world,

A place where the nothing was my everything.

Dreaming away a dead life,

Doomed to the broken design.

Goes by a little stretch of eternity;

More than meets the eye,

the soul catches a glimpse of another,

Looks once more to find it's its other. 

Resurrected at the sound of a halo,

The bits of familiarity in the universe of peculiarity,

Resonates across the hollow.

Once more allowed to a spark of happiness,

Sweeter than any childhood dream,

Euphoria is no longer a distant memory. 

A halo full of fire,

The nothing expires,

Burns to the deepest ground 

Scared of the fall,

Dreading I shall crawl,

I touch the ground,

And I lay in awe. 

All I feel,

Is the highest of peaks.



Endlessly hungered for this love,

Bitten by rust,

Floating in the clusters of mistrust. 

Now nothing obstructs,

The mixing of two frigid souls like mist,

The flows of the river of pure bliss,

Fueling the fire of every kiss.

Now I press my head against my pillow in rest,

Knowing mornings shall be the inhales of

Musk and spices off your chest, 

In our little mosaic of truest love.

Seeps into my bones,

All the silver and gold,

Lingers For as long as time can hold.

Flaunting this treasury,

The you in me.

Ever wondered what it's like,

To be the silver lining to my cloud,

Amidst the cold winter's howls,

To lock eyes with your sweet brown eyes,

Feel their warmth

As they wrap around you like a blanket,

Engulfing you in their safety. 

To be the only elixir of love,

That mimics the joy of the sun. 

Good morning my sunshine;

The love of my life.

So long,

My lips cold with our winter song. 

Your rays of sunshine,

Would start the streams of dopamine. 

Without your lips,

Lingers the wintered apocalypse. 

Their charm, 

Has me carving your anthem into my arm. 

May I knock the boundaries down,

No more frowns,

Only buried in your touch,

In our grand meltdown. 

Let's set the scene,

High on intimacy,

Just you and me. 

So gently part your lips,

Let me send you on our wildest trip

In a steady pace,
Your silhouette draws closer,
I can't help but wonder,
How can one figure hold so much grace?
Then it presses against the vapid darkness,
Intertwined and set aglow,
Always buried within the whimsical afterglow.

Living everyday,
Like it's my last today.
Nothing else I'd rather feel,
The only thing I want to breed;
The kinetics of the rush,
The lyrical harmony of our love thrush.

I reside in paradise,
Shot down by the bullets of your glistening opals,
You call your eyes.

Compelled to submerge in this guise,
One day we shall witness our prize,
The one event more beautiful than our sunrise.

Too long,
Too long I point my vision
In awe towards the inexistent flaw
Embedded within the lustrous cracks of your smile
Splitting through the melancholy-infused,
My timeless sunless sky
I tremble,
More than just a sugar rush,
A heaven-sent electric current;
Starts the heart-shaped engine,
Rips through its tendons,
Accelerates, opposing the infirm currents ,
Of the impaired circuit,
Sensitizes it to a form of "life".
The thunder then pounds within the hollow,
Slowly devastates the shallow.
Bruises branch down my neck,
The bolts sink down to my deck,
Engraving everlasting fractal marks ,
Of fractions of whiles,
When I was stone-blind ,
Consumed by the euphoric rush,
Of your broken white lights,
Shocked into submission,
Getting used,
Falling for abuse.
Lightning was your name,
The thunder was your doomed game.
Maybe one end only surges in mortal power,
But the other has fallen, devoured.
Blind, but now I see coherently,
Rewired differently.
My fingertips still trace down the marks,
Till they have memorized their very whereabouts,
But now I embark,
On the journey of focus on my ever-present,
And your ever-absence.
Tainted with specks of your broken light,
My sky then gives birth to ravishing stars,
That decorate the gloomiest of inky skies.
Sometimes the stars fall,
To witness me wishing him away,
Closely hear me say,
The last of my goodbyes;
So long for now,
So long for then.

A ghost in a machine
A distant heartbeat
A wretched reflection
In the graveyard of affection
Voices repeated but barely heard
Screams so loud yet unheard
A naked soul encased within the ground
Feasted on by this hell hound
Bound to forever remain unfound

The beginning of the end,
A brief moment of happiness
On a freshly stretched canvas
Then Gone with the blowing wind,
without track or trace,
just like the rest
Like fine sand, through my fingers
Away the one slips  
Our bridge burns down to ashes
Then the heart crashes
A journal spreads open
Begs to get touched
In sorrowed cries and swollen eyes
The ink rhymes
Then the soul dies
The end

4:45 am

It's said and done
You're long gone
But in my heart, my sunflowers still turn to you
But in my eyes, I see no one,
but you;
My only sunshine.

Now I'm only a foreigner in your past,
A surface leveled love that was always bound to never last.
A jealous stranger I've become,
Of another woman strolling through the roses and daffodils I planted;
The love I granted
When your shattered self enchanted,
My broken mind and my frozen heart.
Like unsure rays of sunshine,
You flickered through my heart,
The ice shards thawing out,
That was it!
My sunflowers were sprouting!

My heart was pulsating,
After the ever the cold had engulfed it for.
Dressed in heavy unsteady beats;
My heart was revived,
My heart was ready to thrive,
On the warmth your rays lay.
My wintered veins glistened in the crack of your sunlight,
But I was full of fright,
"Is this the day I've long awaited after the endless night?!"

Simultaneously overwhelmed,
My flowers were dancing in your sunshine.
My broken mind dazzled at the sight of the light slowing overtaking the darkness,
As the light caressed,
This withered carcass,
Buried within my not-so-cold being.
Happiness became a word with meaning...

I wished for us to never part,
For me to never see the dark.
But here I am wishing in the dark for light,
And my sunflowers have become blind.
They turn to you but there's no you,
Only the perplexing dark hue,
Of the same cold night.

Heavy feels and a turquoise blue beach
It's daytime but I'm haunted by
All my Night-time dreams,
still tainted by the memory of you,
That barely even feels true..

Oceans of tears I've cried
Over the tears you left in my heart
The tears you left behind
When you waved your final goodbye
Before you could even sing me one more lullaby

It's daytime and I'm still
A slave to any semblance of your affection;
Your never-lasting love,
Your pretty words
Your fading touch
And your sensuality,
I choke on reality's brutality
Now That they Are nowhere to be found
When all I ever felt for you,
has always been A love that's so profound


A countless times I drown
For you had decided I didn't deserve the crown
For me to be queen of your heart
Even when it was you who first fell hard.

Lust or love?
I ask as I yearn for a perfect world
Our perfect world
The perfect world that started out as a sketch
Later turned into a masterpiece
That was utter peace;
A happy you, a happy me
A happy 'us'
Oh, it must've been lust...

So I kneel beside my fallen tears by the turquoise blue beach
Wishing you could see all them words
I wrote on vanished walls
As you stand tall
And as I fall
Remembering all the days I can hardly remember.