I sometimes visualize the day of my burial
Covered with white cloth
Ready to be taken to the burial ground
There lies my dead body
Only if my soul could tell how it feels right now
Some genuinely grieve for me
Others are there just as a formality
No sooner am i dead
People start dissecting my life
They start analyzing me
Discussing what i did while i lived
Some say-'look at him..he never did no good deed...it looks like he is going to hell.'
Some are kind and say-'no he wasn't a bad person...may be he might get a little place in heaven...God is merciful.'
Some say-'This guy never did anything substantial in his life...he didn't have many friends...no woman in his life...he was lonely and cut-off from the world...all he did was write and give advice.'
And then when i'm finally buried
They talk about me for a day or two
And then they all carry on with their lives as if nothing ever happened(Exception to this will be a few close persons in my life.)
For many...i will be just another addition to the dead persons column of the world
I never did mean anything to them
And that's ok
As long as i have a few persons who will genuinely miss me...
And remember me for the right reasons...
...I'm good

I waited for you...
So long I waited for you...

Do you know how many storms I endured for you?
The battles I fought against demons to keep you in my heart?
I would have walked off the end of the world to be with you.

To call you mine...
But you never came...

The storms grew more violent and colder.
The demons became stronger over the seasons.
How long do you think I could withhold myself?

I sat alone...
You never came...

So as the frosts of this cold love overtook my heart
Coating it in a layer of ice, and letting it freeze solid;

Then you came...
And you picked up my heart...
And you dropped it on the stone floor...
Shattering it into a million pieces...
Without a second thought...

And people ask why I hate love.

Help me revive my feelings inside the urn,
So that I can help you decide which bridge to cross and which to burn,
I'll stand by you whenever, whatever, wherever,
Let's overpower the impediments to our journey of forever.

I will be willing to be your fire, let me light your way in your darkest nights,
You will not sleep upset because of petty fights,
I'll kiss and hug your fears goodbye,
For I am fire, your guiding light, I love you without an alibi.

I'll let you be my ice that calms the sparks and blazes inside of me,
Devour me inch by inch, my wild fires are yours to be,
Help me collide my body with yours,
Let's tame the dragons with our joined force.

You surely keep me from burning myself alive,
With you by my side, everything I can survive,
You're my ice, my consolation in disappointment,
When I'm with you, every second is a magical moment.

At what point
does coincidence
become not so

Say the thing about
energy being everything
is true then

At which frequencies
do numbers ring?

Blossoms are the
Hopes and dreams
Attached to the thorny
Stems of life
We all have to climb
To smell the roses

Your sentences border on senseless
And you are paranoid in every paragraph
How they perceive you

I step into the room
The lights begin to flicker
And as they fail
A lone candle shows in the dark

The painting behind the candle
Is illuminated by its warmth
But as I drew closer
Its colors began to shift

After rearranging itself
The painting formed a new scene
Of a man wearing a trench coat
Sitting on a wooden bench

I stood before it with curious eyes
I could feel a light breeze
Come from a small lake
Beyond a willow tree

Overcome by the peaceful breeze
I reached out towards the portrait
Shocked, I saw my hand go through
Into the world of the painting

I slowly pulled myself
Into the ancient art piece
And soon I was engulfed
In the strange paint brushed world

As I looked to the bench
I realized the man was gone
And behind me I could no longer see
The entrance from which I came

Moving towards the bench
I saw a folded coat
Noticing the breeze again
I grabbed it and put it on

The world felt strange
As I sat on the bench
Somewhere beyond my sight
I could feel the warmth of a candle

And curious watching eyes