Let it be so clear,
My dearest friend.
We're of different,
Worlds and ends.

I am aligned,
To find my light.
As you get yours,
With a golden coin.

But still we saw,
Each other as,
Equal as possible,
With you more than I.

So goodnight my brother,
Goodnight my friend.
Goodnight forever,
As we have different ends.

One a prince's,
The other a popper's.
But I love you still,
Like Moses and Gautam

I craved no sin on that tempest night, but the Algeas had their way. And hold me not accountable now, for the god of grief's ways.

Jealousy is a part of love.
It is love, it's the hymn of emotion.
A true devotion.
You don't truly love someone,
If you don't own them.

She has to be yours and yours alone.
Completely. It's the only way she'll love you.
And only you. No one else, but you.
It's your ticket to forever, hidden in each other.

Otherwise what are you really?
Friends? Lovers? Just lost in each other.
But is that so bad?

Are we needed to be one? A single soul?
Made from different clay combined into one mold.
Are we to loose ourselves, our loves our hates.
To match one another.

Love is fleeting and in that it's right.
It comes and goes and comes again.
But is it love, if it has to be held tight?
With no space for more, all sunlight gone.

Remove the world from a newborn's sight,
And you'll be the only world the baby can find.
Love isn't gripping, it's not of a single shape.
Love is forever flowing, it's free to find it's form.

I love you my darling. I love you my friend.
I love you forever. I love you just for today.
I love you as a woman. I love you as a girlfriend.
I love you as an enemy. I love you as a stranger,
That I'll never meet again.

She jumped from the sun,
And landed on the moon.
The galaxy her playground.

The celestial being,
The goddess of love,
His nightly worship star.

The universe too small,
She defied all its laws,
And shone too bright to see.

No man could touch,
Her perfect lay,
The dipper in the night.

And as he walked,
The same lost road,
To see her one more time.

He knew her love,
For him was naught,
For immortality was royal.

The pharaoh's love,
He braved to try,
As she sat with her kind.

But this love story,
With blood does end,
As he whispered a last goodnight.

You broke me,
Absolutely and completely.
Your words more powerful than poseidon's trident.
Stabbing my dreams one empty future at a time.

I'm broken, empty and lost,
And I thank you for that,
For leaving me in scraps,
To build myself for tomorrow.
To no longer be vindictive,
To **** my ego.

As it goes,
In the words of the old,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

The life of a student,
Is a myriad of problems,
Laundry without quarters,
Tide pods no longer have offers,
Missed the last bus for the night,
So had to walk the two and a half miles,
But all is forgiven, because tonight we sing,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Exam pressure's got you down,
Lack of jobs making you frown,
Too many events to remember,
Even your calendar's out of colours,
Don't freight, don't frown, just sing this all day long,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Down to the last dollar,
Got no date to the winter formal,
Your taste in music is being called out,
Your last tie snapped as you tried to pull it off,
Remember the words, they're hard to forget,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Unto the somber night we go,
March right into the golden dawn,
Sleepless as the army of dead,
Yet wide awake in our purposeful steps.

A soldier cold, lost and alone,
I know my mission, it's all I know,
I'll find the elixir, day, night or noon,
I'll find a reason to live without you.

I march towards the morning sun,
Just behind it's golden embers doth love run,
I'll march a little day by day,
I'll march till the sun runs away.

And with every step I will get closer,
Even if it only takes till forever,
I'll march a little closer to you,
I'll march away from the world so blue.

Our looks may differ,
Our names may change,
But our hearts will be together,
In this world or the next.

Your demons hide,
Within your sight.
You breath to fight,
And fight to survive.

But Survival lurks,
Within the lurch,
Of a tattered Church.

Where restless souls,
Pray for hope,
To one day reach,
A defeatist goal.

A senseless race,
To beat the pace,
In a desperate game.

To be the first,
At god knows what,
Like mice to cheese,
Without a thought.

You run and run,
In an endless race,
Yet you seem forever,
In a circular maze.

This  life, this work,
Is a deep, dark abyss,
Filled with sorrow and dismay.
But if you're lucky,
Even just a bit,
You'll find a shining ray.

A love, the light,
In darkness will make bright,
And carry you across the shore.
Like Charon ferrying your soul.

So hold her tight,
In the darkest of night,
Pray she'll stay,
And free you from this haze.

We found some rope.
So we tied a knot,
In the hope we'll last forever.

But we tied it wrong,
Now our necks are bound,
A noose keeps us together.

As they wiped away the last drop of blood, they thanked the lord for giving them the strength to rid the world of such an abomination as a daughter.

Up above, a smile crossed his face as he added another two to his list. God was the Devil's greatest creation.

I saw flowers of colours,
The names of which I didn't know,
I saw pretty girls,
Swooning over the black and the gold.

A painted beauty,
A premonition of joy,
The gleeful smiles,
The heartfilled cry.

The old and the new,
Married for happiness,
Married for two.
The happy ever after,
In the bride's changing room.

I've written of you,
A million times,
But never felt,
The lack of a beat.

I've spoken of you,
Like a villainess tyrant,
But never felt,
This taste of defeat.

My heart is gone,
The light is killed,
Darkness swarms,
A haze it fills.

I'll fight no more,
I'll always be yours,
But this love of ours,
Is your sweetest ****.

You ripped my soul,
You took it away,
You can burn it now,
It holds no weight.

Love is painful,
It's never around the corner,
But while I fight onwards,
You slipped in the blade.

The fault was mine,
I let you lose,
A treasure cove,
Invites the rotten few.

I loved you more,
Than I thought I could,
I let you fall,
From my grasp too soon.

My heart is gone,
It's buried deep,
What beats inside,
Is death's own keep.

A side bar with myself,
A conversation lost between mes',
Heaven conversing with the ground below,
I found poetry in the distance.

Those three steps were the longest,
An eternity between each leap,
A sonet written between each pace,
Poetry at its best.

You held me together,
You broke me loose,
You added semblance,
To a chaotic world.

But words are cruel,
Like the whips of hades,
A slash, a ****,.
And you destroyed me completely.

I love you, I'm scared,
I'm not too proud to admit it,
Yet that's my flaw,
My undoing in this escapade.

I'm losing you,
I'm losing me,
I can't be what I should be.

Just one more step,
A left or right,
It'll make all the difference,
Between poetry sung or to recite.

I'm weak I fear,
That's why you'll read these words,
A tragedy,
Isn't always with physical casualties.

Rummaging through a library lost,
I found scripts long foregone.
A language made emotionless,
With words of letters and alphabets.

Yet poetry seeped,
Undiluted nor turned.
A sonnet of passion,
A hymn of love.

The rawness of words,
Not quite understood.
The barrier of language,
Not quite set onto.

An idiot speak,
So simply spoke.
A world of words,
Discovered without.

A simpler time,
For simpler minds.
Where oxford didn't,
Define my love.

That empty feel,
That grows inside.
The dying thought,
Of living each night.

The painful scream,
Of the morning light,
The awful moan,
Of the moonlit night.

The howling shriek,
Of the silent night.
It's all the music,
I dance to in life.

Loneliness is company,
My superhuman might.
Emptiness in meadows,
Where the sun never shines.

The mask of life,
Is all I know,
The borrowed smile,
My burden to hold.

Eternity keeps me awake,
Each and every night.
Tomorrow lies years away,
When monsters hide inside.

We started a journey, a life
It was something of beauty.
An explosion that gave birth to a star.
There was love all around us,
And we created it all.

We walked with a smile,
Through every door,
We brightened lives,
And not just our own.
We merged together,
Two parts of one soul.

We drew it out,
Longer than most,
Our smiles were real,
Our passion showed.
Distance was a concept,
We didn't quite know.

But love is fickle,
Like a candle flame,
Its needs to nurtured,
And fueled to live.
And as colours grew,
To a lighter shade,
The autumn of love,
Came to shed it's weight.

Our passion's bright,
Our love is real,
But instances dictate,
And convenience creeps.
We do what we do,
And we'll do it forever,
But somewhere there,
The candle will flicker.

Our hearts will ache,
Our  adoration suffer,
We'll question love,
And pray for winter.
We'll hibernate alone,
And wonder what if,
We end it all,
And start all over again.

There's something I've lost,
And something I've found,
Experiences taught,
And my world turned upside down.
I don't know if what I do is right,
And I'm questioning myself with every swipe right.

We're so far in and yet so out,
We're completely undiscovered,
Yet bored of each other,
Forever seems long,
Tomorrow seems longer,
When did distances stop being measured in miles?

I finally get,
What the world always shouts,
My naivety of youth,
No longer stands out,
I'd rather swim with a large school of fish,
It's painful to lie yet we do it everyday.

Love isn't forever,
It's not meant to be,
They're just four letters,
It's just infatuation what we feel.
Tolerance is appreciated,
And content is better than wonder.
We'll only be happy,
If we have no expectations of of each other.

I'll call it off in my head,
Yet the coward in me,
Will never let you leave,
I'm sorry if I hold you,
A little too tight,
It might be my last,
And it could all end with a goodnight.

In the second their eyes met,
A world was formed.
One of absolute chaos and destruction,
The other of life and semblance.
In the second they looked at each other,
A universe was created and destroyed.

Down the yellow brick road,
I found a little-lost soul.
Who guided me down a rabbit hole.
To face a time before I met you.
And there in the darkness,
I saw his face,
The broken me,
The soul who's heart didn't yet beat.

I'm a conduit of your love,
A vessel for your heart,
A passageway to forever,
Until our next together.

A painted blue,
Above our eyes.
With a patch of hue,
Of Grey and White.

The perfect green,
With no brown spots,
Lies at our feet,
As we lay down.

A perfect lay,
On that perfect day.
And it all seemed dull,
In comparison to your gaze.

Your eyes so bright,
That stars shine mild.
Your smile so wide,
Tribulation did hide.

A man be so lucky,
To have you by his side,
Can hold no grudge,
For perfection he did find.

On the final mile,
To the road back home,
You will find,
The prettiest ghosts.

Dear sister,
The world's a little blue,
Since I haven't talked to you.
Miles keep us apart,
Yet you always keep me in your heart.

Dear sister,
Funny how years brought us closer,
Our friendship bloomed,
Even as our distance grew further.

Dear sister,
We're a world of our own,
A friend unlike any other,
You've always been my protector.

Dear sister,
You've helped me mature,
I may be older,
But you're the reason I've ever really grown.

Dear sister,
It's funny how tradition,
Expects me to protect you,
While the whole world knows,
You hold me like glue.

Dear Tanavi,
You're the hero I always knew,
You hold so many roles,
Your true identity's a secret,
To all but the hopeless few.

No matter the distance,
No matter the roads,
You'll always be more,
Than the world gives you credit for.

It's a scary world,
My dearest friend,
Full of hate,
And intolerance.

It's a scary world,
My quite one,
Full of loss,
And loud guns.

It's a scary world,
My silent child,
Your body loses,
To an old man's voice.

It's a scary world,
Ooh faithful one,
Where men in saffron,
Can chop you up.

It's a scary world,
My weeping heart,
Where a simple thought,
Can put you behind bars.

It's a scary world,
My lost soul,
Where rapists walk,
While women cower.

It's a scary world,
My confidant,
Where freedom loses,
To growling chants.

Candle lit dinner,
She was not herself,
Yawn, he was.

My shadow speaks in prose's tall,
Of where it's been and the things it saw.
Of mountain peaks and valleys long,
My shadow could write a travel blog.

I alas can't say the same,
Though I've visited all the places same.
My worries and my fearful heart,
Couldn't quite fathom this extricate art.

A prisoner of my shouting mind,
The words aren't silent, the fear divine.
An orange jumpsuit, is what I've adorned,
All my life without a single cloth on.

Locks and chains are lighter still,
Than the shakles of this panicked *****.
I'd trade my mind, I'd give it up,
I'd make it silent with that powdery white stuff.

I crave for silence in a quite room,
A moment of peace, some quietude.
I wish to travel like my shadow does,
Living and experiencing, not a reflective stop.

I'm living with a lack of words,
Amidst this serendipitous fear,
The haunting of the  long unknown,
Loving this universe, unexplored.

The shoulders, small and lean,
Hold the weight of a collective being,
Aspirations take control,
Love tries to conquer all.

This is an ode of the unsure,
By those who dive before they look,
The abyss will swallow us whole,
Leading us to a brave new world.

Our dreams, our dreams,
Our withering dreams.
As we walk forward,
We leave them be.

Yesterday's pilot,
Today walk on the streets.
A devoted husband's forever,
Destroyed by his wife's *******.

Our dreams, our dreams,
Those playful fantasies,
Watch how they die,
Like lust through *******.

Remember the rocketman,
Who discovered Mars's sea?
You looked for him all over,
Now he never lets you be.

Your past is a mirror,
Of your failures and defeats.
Each botched interview,
Each failed college degree.

Our dreams, our dreams,
They aren't quite how they used to be.
An opportune future,
Is a past that failed to be.

Our dreams, our dreams,
They never let us sleep.
They haunt your every moment,
They're nightmares imagined as realities.

A hush whisper seemed to be floating around the airport. As if spoken in a language only for the fairer ***, the women spoke to women as the men pretended not to hear.

A swanky new airport with all the amenities one could wish for coffee shops, restaurants, clothes shops and even a spa but the one thing they didn't have, the one thing which you'd expect to be more obvious than even air-conditioning would be a sanitary napkin dispenser. But then what would you expect in a country where the most progressive fem-care brand calls their highest selling product whisper instead of always.

Let the taboo roll on.

The purple haze,
A shade too dark,
As day loses it's light.

Darkness falls,
Throughout the world,
An ode to lost love tonight.

I see the waves,
From oceanless lands,
A mirage, a beautiful lie.

I see the distance,
And see no end,
An endless void, the fright.

The crest and trough,
Of this quite song,
Love lost to sight.

A teardrop falls,
The building blocks,
Of salty bodies of life.

We found wings,
Within a storm,
So we flew,
To destinations unknown.

Hold my hand,
And lead the way,
For wherever you fly,
I'll forever be your tail.

We'll soar in the sky,
O're tress and hills,
We'll fly out of sight,
O're clouds and hills.

If we fall down below,
I'll be by your side,
We'll plummet together,
Till again we find our height.

The sights we'll see,
Will be magical,
The stories we'll make,
Will be mystical.

There'll be happiness,
And there'll be sorrows,
We'll overcome them all,
As we cross the globe.

And eventually these wings,
Will start wilting away,
Feathers falling,
Each with a story to tell.

We'd have lived through it all,
Together in soul,
Even with our bodies,
Away at different ports.

With every turn of the page,
A new story was told.
The book was almost as interesting,
As the anecdotes of the hands it passed through.

The old wives tale,
Taught of the power of love,
Breathe a word,
Enchant it with lust.

Say it aloud,
A million times,
Death will be powerless,
In front of its might.

So we the fools,
So smitten by us,
Believed our destiny,
Was together as one,
A shining star that lit the night,
And pointed north to the sailors in flight.

We said it, we sang it, we even danced,
We prayed aloud to Aphrodite's love,
We believed our forever, was forever ours,
Eternity, always, was a minute apart.

But beauty is haunting,
In Dolos's backyard,
The god of trickery,
Has made words his art.

Love in hate,
And hate in lust,
Together is painful,
Yet so is staying apart.

Forgiveness repeated,
Repeated faux pas,
In passion we yielded,
We yielded our passion for us.

Those words were planted,
Etched forever in our hearts,
As our souls crafted,
An escape plan without us.

What the future may hold,
For us without you,
In a sailing ship above,
We'll always be two.

Her wings folded,
As she called it quits.
Another night for the angel,
Who the world called the devil.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
A place, to spew, some hate,

To everyone, who isn't one,
Of us or like our race.
Who doesn't have our face.
A different soul, a body not whole.
An alien race.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
Where women are percentages.
Their numbers count,
As diversity points,
To make you seem awake.
To actions that still don't change.
To wrongs that need to be addressed.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
Where colours are marketing tricks,
The many shades of,
Your Abercrombie jeans,
Not meant for you to wear.
Sold only in neighbourhoods up there.
Your skins just not the right shade.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
A place, to spew, some hate,
But we can still,
Make it our own space,
Let's take it back again.
The world is ours to gain.
The young can be the poles.
That don't let greed control.
Say ok boomers go.
Let us be one and whole.

Silent words are not just an oxymoron,
They're a belief in conversations not yet had,
The poetic voices that otherwise never get a voice,
The unsung songs that match the raindrop's beat.

Silent words are more than just unsung lores,
They're the march of a new generation,
Ready to challenge convention and beat its own path,
They're the tomorrow we dreamed of brought to life,
Just not yet spoke.

Silent words are more than just amorous songs,
They're an undiscovered passion aching from the heart,
The fight you're ready to fight even if it takes you down,
They're the cove of emotions which lay undiscovered,
Just not yet disclosed.

Silent words are more than just un-walked roads,
They're the offbeat paths aching for discovery,
The side of the compass that's got no name,
The walkway through the stars in the bright morning light,
Just not yet paved.

Silent words are more than just thoughts,
They're the undisturbed beauty found only in silence,
Through boredom without distractions,
They're dreams in the daytime with eyes wide open.

Silent words are louder than any of those spoken.

I miss my glove,
The lonesome one,
It made my pair complete.

It seems quite rude,
To leave this school,
A hand warming symphony.

I feel quite odd,
Prancing about,
With one hand running free.

I fear I'll soon,
Be caught and ruled,
To be a bit loony.

So my glove-less hand,
Just caught a cab,
When there wasn't one to be seen.

People called,
This Faux Pas-ed prompt,
As the next fashionable piece.

My glove-less hand,
Became the talk of the town,
It was in every magazine.

Soon it grew,
Too big for it's shoes,
Or glove as in this case it would be.

It wanted out,
Of my jointed arm,
The world it had to see.

So I sat it down,
And offered it some ***,
Which it did gleefully ****.

The poisoned ***,
Made my hand numb,
The silence could actually be seen.

And that's when I saw,
My long lost glove,
Hiding in my sleeve.

That yellow flower sprouts afar,
On this cold winter's day,
The inspired sight and colour bright,
Spring seems to be at bay.

She hops along, this cobbled walk,
In a pretty yellow beret.
The world her muse, she seems infused,
The Robin marking spring's way.

There in the silence,
I heard our favourite song,
The one we played in our last days,
As our breath fogged up the phone.

Clique clique,
The white shone bright,
The politest of no's,
We don't accept you tonight.

Day's of hope,
They told us we could,
Make right a world gone wrong.
They say no, but their vote does go,
To the right they believe in now.

The smiles are haunting,
The people daunting,
Do we breathe the same air?

Our words are common,
Once they're spoken,
Yet you believe we'll never be there.

Polite and political,
Your medals shine,
It's a world just made for you.
Our thoughts unwanted,
Bills are glowing,
Right in front of you.

There's nothing wrong,
Yet nothing right,
And that is scary too.
It's the middle ground.
Not black and white,
That often gets you blue.

Hi there Hurricane,
We meet yet again,
What started as just a gust,
Turned into the putrefaction of hate.

Just lust, ***** and a whole lack of trust,
Conversations became bold,
We talked the moon to the earth,
But home was always too far to know.

Pieces missing, people new,
Your world was an oyster,
But for me it was still stew,
We tried to build a home together,
But we burnt it down,
In perfect symmetry together.

I hate you,
I love you,
Which of the two,
Is never quite known as a fact.

We're slow roasting,
Into oblivion,
We try to hold onto,
What we thought was perfection.

We stabbed ourselves,
With many fine knives,
The Queen would often wonder,
Where her China went every night.

Goodbye together, goodbye alone,
Goodbye we can never say,
Yet we know it in our bones.

Lust is forgiving,
Love is not,
We'll hold each other close,
But we'll never tie the knot.

A little pebble,
Left on the road,
A butterfly flapping,
It's wings alone,
A pubescent dream,
Of a new home,
The smallest things,
Cause the largest storms.

Alone in a fantasy,
Together in hope,
A sheet of paper,
Adorned on my wall,
The scribble of words,
All which seem to be from Rome
Your words like a card,
Poetic and a sonnet ode,
Now read no more,
Than Hallmark's banal prose.

Your three dot symphony,
Made time go slow,
The wait for each letter,
A vivid dream alone,
Saved only by,
The swing of your sword,
A princess on a stead,
Who saved the lonesome ghost.

Memories are demons,
That offer  hope,
Their deafening silence,
Played in every song,
They echo reflections,
Of a time long lost,
They serve as headstones,
To the death of love.

Walk with me,
On this moon-kissed night,
And I'll keep you safe,
Always.

My demon spoke,
As on my shoulder he rode,
Escape is just one life away

Babbling brook bickers,
The silent lake is asleep,
Judge depth not by voice.

Tragedy.
It's a beautiful word.
It's poetic silence,
A tribulation that makes for wonderful beginnings.
Like Juliet's death that spurned many a love stories.

Travesty.
It's a parley of hate,
Love through pain,
And words that gain,
More power than we know what to do with.

Daze.
Everyday. Every morning. Every night.
A breath of reality without you.
An understanding of corporeality.
Not far from your nightmares.

Reality.
Hateful. Painful. Resentful.
A motion without an end.
A function without an objective.
A grind towards uncertainty.

Tomorrow.
A new hope. A factual lie.
An unbelievable promise.
A filter from and dissemblement towards...
Tragedy, Travesty, Daze and Reality.

Those living amongst us are often quite dead.
A conundrum of listlessness in the monotony of human affairs.

The yellow carpet,
Paves the way,
To the great abode.
As I walk down,
This unfamiliar road,
I now call home.

The song of fall,
A silent beat,
Unheard by most.
The crunch a note,
Of beautiful things,
That help discover the unknown.

Walk with me,
As we set fire,
That's still not as bright as fall.
Walk with me,
As we find our way home,
On the yellow carpet of god.

Love in bloom,
Like a passionate spring,
Will eventually meet it's fall.

All we can do,
Is hope summer lasts,
Before winter takes it all.

A country lobbed with hate and fear,
Boundaries created as love disappears,
Broken dreams and broken homes,
Where colour divides, and sentiments too.

Movies lie, as do books,
This is no land of the free,
No freedom to even hope.

You're always an outsiders,
The man with papers,
Your identity a form,
Subjected to reform.

You're looked at with suspicion,
As a timer ticks over your head,
You're pushed into submission,
There's no home for you here to be made.

But as voices echo,
It's time to reflect,
There's no time to wallow,
No time to feel regret.

Push forward as one,
With the voice of the many,
Injustice is won,
In a chorus and symphony.

A scratch from the thorn,
Of the ****** rose,
The price of love,
Isn't measured in gold.

An escape from the labyrinth,
Of lovers forgot,
Loneliness is release,
When death comes from the heart.

As we walked down,
The valley of despair.
We found the prettiest,
Flowers blooming their.

Loneliness is love,
To an unfilled soul.
Passion is lust,
To a hopeless sod.

The siren's song,
Like pollen flows.
Calling us over,
To an unwanted forever.

Words on paper,
Kept out in the rain.
This love is forever,
Stuck together with tape.

Colours shine bright,
Blinding us in the belief,
That hope will come tomorrow,
But the sun never sets below our knees.

Hope lies alluring,
Like a rainbow in the sky,
Pretty from a distance,
Disappearing from our sight.

We take this step,
One last time.
Walking in together,
Into the great divide.