Pardon me if
I'm not rich in metaphors

I'm rather used to borrowing similes

Somehow we bleed the same ink of life
Same course of actions in variating degrees

Pardon me if
I'm not poetic

I'm used to a lexicon of commoner

Read and to understand
Relate and to evoke the feel

Pardon me if
I'm not dreaming

I'm used to livin' in brutal reality

While licking wounds tops the list
Whispered, unheard voices I shall seek

Pardon me if
I'm not apologetic

I'm just a writer you see.

3.00 am
I fall to my knees
intoxicated

Cyclone of thoughts
slit open my mind
Am I doomed?
Why am I bequeathed space?

Like wishes that never made it back
are my shooting stars, fallen

It's said past three
the body is vulnerable
and most likely to die

Yet I'm here living dead

Perhaps death is too easy
when compared to starved love

You die daily, unloved

The last time I heard you loved me
was on a bright sunny day
for eleven times straight
I counted
it would last till next summer
You chuckled like everytime

The irony, you mumbled
with no feelings attached

I was at a fair and
you were my merry-go-round  
I came back in circles

The summer days turned to brumous

It's said 'love conquers all'
Maybe ours wasn't love
Maybe we just loved the idea of love
Maybe I'm unloved
because my love is surreal in nature

But does it matter now
since I'm the one falling

Later you pointed I am broken
and said 'Broken can't fix broken'

But aren't we all broken?

I tried to fix you
but you were far from broken
Damaged

Like a broken tape-recorder
you repeated words bye-bye

And when you walked out
you made clear
the space between us do exist  
I wore silence that will echo in time
silence you strapped to my mouth

I have you now in my ripped pages
of an old rusted diary
hidden in the bottom shelf, titled
'The tragic of my fallen stars'

For someone who delighted
in my metaphorical elegies
would you understand if I told

The sun sunk that dusk
never rose the same thereafter.

I've been told
when people exit
they leave behind an impact

And so a part of you remains
hiding within me

It devoured my flesh
and embedded deep beneath my skin

There's mutation taking place
deep in the dark
you'll know no difference
until we meet again

As of now
I'm still work in progress

I've met your demons
and you just brought me mine

Initiated with long continuous beeps
to now an opened no response
Somewhere between we lost our spark
How fickle was that?

The night is a sanctum
for the unsettled thoughts
to linger
I plexure memories
into cobwebs of sillage

Trickling down my cavern,
venom of lies
gifted yore

I hang them as amulets
to elude cozen
But the ways of guile
can never be elucidated
they're protean in nature

You were the puzzle
I longed to unsnarl
Recounted chronicals
alew.

Thrum of your cordolium
struck me stiff
An open book I am
I let you in
clysmic your lesion heart.

Renewed in soaring spirits
you sung sonnets of love,
recited "Ain Soph"
the esperance of morrow.

Beguiled,
I lay my viridity bare.

Metamorphosed to your true self,
gloated in glee
"I am Siren,
lured you into my entrapment"

Walloped by your mordacious cruor
Stifled, my lips eat silence.

And now whenever I hear
the word 'Love'
All I see is
how damaged people are,
All I notice is
a hollow visage.

Eyes so dreary
soul so weary
I reach to bed to lay low
devilish thoughts sneak in
whispering the night is ours
let's make some love

If life's a journey then

Who are we
What's our purpose
Where's our destiny
               - A moment of silence

If life's a game then

Who hoisted it
What game is it
Who will win
                - We'll never know

If life's all about reputation

Who created it
Why is it praised
How long until it fades
                 - A thought to work on

If life's a drama

Who gets picked
Why there's a twist
What's the outcome
                  - That's a moral to look upon

If life's a race then

Where are you running
What's your goal
Will you reach
                   - Majority of diversion results here

If life's a highway then

What's your speed
Who are you competitors
How skilled are you
                    - Prone to accidents

If life's a time ticking bomb

What is time
Who defined it
How long will we exist before it explodes
                     - None can predict

If life's a mystery then

What is it all about
Why unravel it
What's the use
                      - Let it be


Looking forward to possibilities
lacking the fulfillment of wisdom
such is a mentality
a mere phrase formed to signify life
yet unable to define wholly

What is life?
None can define
Just a momentary phase
live it worth your while
before it's long gone.