I am the sufferer and you are my God.
I thirst for ******* and defy you not.
I take delight in your daily abuse.
I am the victim and you are my muse.

The door is now open
But are you ready to step out?
To take on life on your own
Define yourself
Realize your presence, Exist!!

You've been following their rules
Climbing the ladder one step at a time
The society's way, you know
You're born
You'll die
In between you earn
Money, fame and the need to succeed

Wow, I wish I was like you
I wish I could follow rules
Live to your expectation
Be 'Successful'

But I choose to step out the door
Embrace the sun, breathe in the air
End this pretentious living you call life
and exist instead of survive
Unlike you and your society
Just myself: a disappointment.

-Sprishya

gleaming white teeth
whisper such simple lies
that weave such complex emotions
until the blanket of insecurities we share
separates us from reality
instead we sit by a fire
reading from a storybook
telling us of tales
that are not our own
and as we sip tea that burns
the roofs of our guilty mouths
while we both wish we could change
and gain some tragic
but beautiful sense
of intimacy
that has so long evaded
the tips of our grasping fingers

We smoked a cigarette in the snow
As little flakes swept in with the wind flow
And clung to your hair
It was pretty, the way your eyes
Contrasted with the white sky
I could get lost in them

I looked at you and let out a sigh
As I embraced my faded high
And anticipated your departure
It was uncanny, the way your smile
Made me feel so comfortable
I am strangely into you

Maybe the stars will align
Into perfect patterns with time
And things will fall into place

I stare at her across the bar, between the bottles covering the worn out stained oak
varnish tarnished, wood soaked
from years
of ashed out cigarettes and spilt beers
slopped spirits from over zealous cheers
she's younger than I imagined, aged as a fine wine
her eyes locked on mine
I see the solar system, galaxies
surrounding the
pupils blacker than the abyss of the outer reaches of space
a lovely contrast to the lightness of her face
I pull up a seat beside her trying to spark a conversation
on life, nature, hopes for modern civilization or even space exploration
she says "quiet now my son, patience"
you're to focused on what you're saying
without hearing what you're conveying
her hand pressed to my heart and she said 43 beats I remember
39 when you sleep, but 84 when you're tempered
I asked her the significance
she said it's all about the difference
how my world is at peace when I am asleep
but pointless rage forces the increase
this life can go no faster
and you will know no master
so focused on breaking the mold, or shattering the plaster
when we really need the subtle hand to make the cast first
she said you see me all in your own ways
I saw her as a woman, soft eyes with a caring face
for no man knows the subtle intricacies and nuances that make living worth the fight
I met god in a bar, she walked me home in the beautiful night
we spoke of love, happiness and the pursuit  of this life...