I think everyone is being haunted
Maybe not by something supernatural
But something more sinister:
Regrets
Missed opportunities
and
the choking sensation of their fear

We need to stop
telling young children
that their worth comes
from the letters
on their report card

Too many children
are slowly
killing themselves
trying to measure up
to society's
unrealistic expectations

Meeting a close friend
After an eternity feels so unreal

Your brain is trying to understand
That they are finally in front of you

But your heart knows
They never left you

They don't need the latest technologies or toys

They need their parents' undivided attention
They need moments of uncontrollable laughter over something silly
They need to feel safe despite the chaos happening outside

They need beautiful memories with their family not with their devices

Sleep is a nice break from reality
And therefore very addictive
Especially if you feel more at home
There than in reality

Is there a god
Is he sitting in heaven
Is he all pervading force
Is he the nature itself
Is he inside us
Why cannot he be all
Why can't he sit in heaven
Guiding us with his spirit
Watching us delivering on merit
Be the supernatural force
That makes sure to enforce
The balance in this universe
Why can't he be inside of us
For us to realise that he's everywhere
Why limit a limitless god
Why define a god who can't be defined
Why give him a place
When all that's is is his
Why divide him
When he is one
Taking many forms
Being the One
He does not want to
Disturb your senses
Making you doubt him
Not realising that the doubt is also him and he is beyond any doubt
You are only doubting yourself
Not a matter of faith or hope
But the plain simple truth
For all to know
How many more indications will he show
When he need not
Bow to our wishes
Vice versa the world is perfect

You remain in my thoughts
Day and night
Want to say
Don't know the way
There is only one way
My fear stands in the way
Honest expression is not a sin
But feeling guilty within
Fear of rejection parading my heart
If you don't respond what will I retort
If you do and my pessimism comes true
Can't handle it at all
Not tell you
Leave it vague
There is a pleasure in it
Finding sadness in a likeable frame
Or regret not telling you rest of the way
I don't know the answer yet
Push comes to shove i don't have the guts
Part of me tells me
You don't have to reciprocate
My feelings are enough
Remaining within me
Churning and grinding to heart's content
Preparing to tell you
Gives me an agenda
To try vicariously the styles i could convey my thoughts
Best option yet
Will not keep me satisfied
A Dreamlands picturesque
Image projected
If you would confess what you have
Never happens in reality
Doesn't mean i can't dream
Makes the truth harder
When fantasy seizes
Plethora of emotions
Could be ended by a single line
Is there a time
Called the right time
Time will tell if you are a passion
Or just an infatuation

You never know,
if things are really scary,
Or
Is it our imagination that freaks us out?

...I sometimes think...
......the only reason we fear the dark...
.........is because deep down...
............we know...
...............how easy...
..................we could fall into it...
...And that idea scares us...
......because we have...
.........no idea...
............of the destruction...
...............we are capable of...

we know the consequences
yet, we still do it.

in the pursuit of your dreams
arm yourself
for the nightmares.