We broke the norms,
The shackles that kept us home,
But our love was too strong,
More than what two bodies could hold.

We tried to share that ebbing love,
But instead what we shared,
Was just a purification of lust.

Dyslexic, I know the mistake to be my own,
Lust above love,
Who thought bodies could have such hold.

Bare skinned, bare souled,
Our shadows dance on a star above,
Away from earthly lust,
On a planet where there's only love.

Your heart on your sleeve,
Summer's when you took off that coat.
But winter will come,
The heart will drink that sour wine called hope.
Love will be with you, it will never let go,
It's floating out there, finding a body to call home.

To newer hearts,
With newer beats.
To newer love,
We'll always keep.

To newer thoughts,
Through newer souls.
This newness drives,
Our kindled bones.

To newer friends,
And newer mights.
To newer goals,
We set alight.

This newer dream,
With newer promises.
This new year comes,
Without any baggages.

A new year,brings new dawns.
This new year,
Is to do it all.

The foggy sky,
Painted in hue.
Of grey and white,
And a hidden blue.

The world is covered,
From head to toe,
With creatures undiscovered,
Like a dragon mole.

So venture carefully,
For you may find,
A Saber-toothed squirrel,
Or flying mice.

Carry your sword,
And a little potion too,
For the world needs saving,
And it's looking at you.

Through dangerous tunnels,
And on top of bridges you flew.
Your enemies lie defeated,
As you soldier through.

But alas your adventure,
Has come to an end.
By the voice unforgiving,
Announcing "get off at this station".

And as you walk,
Into your office space,
You see suited strangers,
The same you see everyday.

You avoid the mirror,
For what it shows,
The you that got defeated,
By villainous growth.

You'll be my greatest friend,
And I my worst enemy.

Together we'll rule my heart,
Or destroy it in it's entirety

My controller seems to be broken,
The X no longer works,
As I seem to be jumping,
To someone else's tune.

The battery seems alright,
So I give it a fine wack,
I try one more time,
To take my character's life back.

He seems to be running,
Like a man on a mission,
To some unknown destination,
No arrows to guide him.

This independence is haunting,
Like a cut-scene from his life,
I wonder if he knows,
He's coded to move and sigh.

I'm aware he's going to win,
But I wonder if he knows?
His life is written in binary,
His world is made of ones and zeros.

He seems so sure and confident,
As I wonder about his dreams,
Does he want to move forever,
To someone else's beats?

And as he completes his missions,
One objective at a time,
I see a haunting similarity,
Between his world and mine.

The only difference is,
Who's really free?
The charterer of my video game,
Or is it really me?

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.

It was I suppose,
Her pencil skirt that did me in.
Never trust a man,
Who says otherwise.  

It was I suppose,
His chiseled chest that did her through.
Never trust a woman,
Who makes you believe otherwise.

For all his intelligence,
All her enamour.
All their dreamy thoughts,
That bloom like spring meadowed flowers.

What we see first,
Both spikes and hairfalls.
Is the beauty of the body,
The perfection that we've been taught.

We're the imperfect victims,
Of a perfectly perpetuated society.
Taught to tread carefully,
Through the blurred lines deviously disguised.

We are taught to love,
By the love lost loner.
We are told to be tolerate,
By the taunted jilted moaner.

Ooh fickle life,
what a sullen lie.
Ooh hopeless future,
Defeated before you even tried.

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

The words so sharp,
They're cold and deep.
In your heart,
I thought you'd keep.

Those few words,
Are yours alone.
Please don't sing,
This broken song.

I flew with you,
To such great heights.
But alone I fall,
The ground in sight.

I hear your laugh,
So shrill and loud.
You broke me up,
Without remorse.

Now I walk,
In defeat.
Those few words,
Still haunting me.

Is it wrong,
To not ask why,
To listen to my moans,
And just hear me cry.

Is it wrong,
To feel alone sometimes,
To be left in the dark,
Without wanting any light.

Is it wrong,
To want to cry,
To just need a shoulder,
With no reasons why.

Is it wrong,
To occasionally hate life,
To want nothing more,
Than the solace of the quite.

Is it wrong,
To lobotomize,
The part of the brain,
That questions why.

Is it wrong,
To hate your own sight,
When the world cheers you on,
And all you can do is sigh.

Is it wrong,
To fall out of love,
Yet be so caught,
You don't know how to give up.

Is it so wrong...
To simply be right?

I've been told to write happier posts,
Of gleaming sheep and daffodils.
So hear me sing of all things good,
Like the colour green and picking toads.

But the happiest bit that I can find,
Is the mortal state of our lonesome life.
The bright light at the end of the tunnel,
The gift of death and end to sorrows.