Never being genuinely happy
Is the price for intelligence

तुम्हारे गीत को आवाज़ दूँ
या खुद को तुम्हारा
गीत बना लूँ मैं
जो तेरे होठों से होते हुए सीधे दिल में उतर जाऊं
कैसे कह दूँ वो सब अभी
जो वैसे कभी न कह पाऊं
कैसे बताऊँ तुम्हें
कितना तुम्हे मैं चाहूँ
धमनियों में जो रक्त प्रवाल्लित स्वर हैं
तुम्हे कैसे मैं सुनाऊँ
धड़कते दिल की धड़कन में तेरा नाम
तुम्हे कैसे मैं सुनाऊँ
हर इक सांस में तेरा अहसास
तुम्हे कैसे मैं जताऊँ
मेरे हर एक अश्क में भी तेरा ही अक्स
तुम्हे कैसे मैं दिखाऊँ
कैसे बताऊँ तुम्हें
कितना तुम्हे मैं चाहूँ
कैसे बताऊँ तुम्हें
कितना तुम्हे मैं चाहूँ

i cannot breathe at night
and maybe it's just the congestion
or maybe it's the constant fear of myself
that creeps into my mind through the night

the darkness brings darkness

HELLO,
Is there any others HOPELESS ROMANTIC'S
Who seeketh REAL out there?
Anyone here?
To feeleth mine despair?

I guess hopeless romance hath died in this world....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

I can still see you,
Whispering black, wisps of night even in the light.
I can still hear you,
Cascading thoughts, memories not mine but define.
I can still feel you,
Tears streaming down, mirror my face yours in place.
I can still call you,
Conversing aloud, we ride together always forever.

Mother, I say.
I'm alive one more day.
Daughter, you say.
I'm still here so just stay.

How long will you ride with me?
And why was it destiny?
These questions just burden me,
But it's my indemnity.

He sat alone,
alone & at home,
where his screams were silent,
but his mind was violent,
his insecurities hid deep inside,
they did indeed eat him alive,
a tear rolled down his face,
as his heart began to race,
where his depression lied deep within.
this went on for days, months, years,
and until he cried  his very last tears,
he decided that he had enough,
the world around him was much too  tough,
it took the gun to his head,
Congrats Society,
he is dead.