I struggle to hold on to you.
With love comes decay.

Green eyes telling you lies.
Brown eyes painfully seeking the truth.

Green hides, loathing, despondent.
Green is actually blue, the darkest shade perhaps this is true.

Brown discloses, inflamed, aggrieved.
Brown cannot discern the truth, troubled mind resides.

Green wants dissolution

Trying to light a candle
through the darkest of nights,
writing a love poem
in the middle of the fight.

The moon is drawn closer
to every foolish tears,
and the sound of silence
is now gone in a blink.

It is hard to hold you
forever in my arms,
but in every failure,
are the things we learned.

I might not forget you,
even the dawn is sunset again,
in the pale moonlit night,
you are my favorite kind of pain.

Should I open up this chapter?
When I know the end will be ******.
Should I walk into the fire again?
Just to fulfill the needs of my body.
Love and lust are two different sides,
Whichever I get I will be the loser.
You know why?
Because beggars are not choosers.
I beg to be loved for a change,
Get drenched not by sweat but by tears of longing.
To stand on the sand bare footed,
Holding hands with a naked soul.
I too deserve to get touched,
By a heart who wants mine.
For a change the union of the mind,
Not only the entangled legs.
I want to feel what it is like,
For once to love and be loved.
I am tired of the one-sided game
I am ready to lose only if I can gain.
For once and for a change,
To feel what it is like to be loved again.
To see the reflection of my own heart,
Not only my skin and flesh.
For once and for a change,
Love me as I love,
Feel me as I feel.
For once and for a change,
This chapter, I wish will not be muddy...

When too bored I get
Seldom I do regret
The opportunity to get up
And knock some pigeons out
New always gets old
and old always gets bored
Nothing anymore
Seems to excite the neuron
Repetition is so dull
Makes life absolutely null
Been there, done that
What is so new about the act?
Same words, same path
Where is the fire and the wrath?
Even writing this is a task
Blowing away an empty cask
Boredom is inevitable
Pushing yourself is manageable
Go deeper and down
With everything in the town
Will find the new kingdom
And get out of the boredom..