our body is like
automobile

you can go on  transplant *****
like replacing spare parts
once the chassis rusted
you need to change the body

death is  
soul changing its vehicle..

Retiring from reality, I am once more,
To close my doors and open what's another;
Fall into a very deep slumber,
Fall into a world where mine's all power.
You seem of a distant dream,
I think that's why I can't get you off my head.
Now, I play my tuneless hymn,
Now, I become what is already dead.
You are my rise, you are my fall.
You make me feel good then toss me on the floor.
Though I know you reached your toll,
I still hold you amidst reality's terror.
I know we can never be counted as one,
I know we can never be real,
So here I am, screaming with words,
Trying to tell you what I feel.
Although none I say seem relevant to you,
Losing this game seems more relevant, too,
Jactitating for nothing sounds fair to be true,
Obfuscating the fact that love is my waterloo,
None I say, is relevant, still,
But I know, my love is real;
Farewell, my love, though it's just a deal,
I hope I see you in my dream's reel.
See you in my dreams.

It is a  r e c o r d
Of the sudden impulse of mind,
Where   s u b c o n s c i o u s  
Was caught on act,
Reminiscing some past you can't fathom.
And so, you turned it into words,
That existed in  e v e r y   p a r t  of the world.
You extend beyond the skies,
And kindle the galaxy in soft touches of ink.
You named all the stars,
In search for your  l o s t   s o u l ,
Disintegrating to something bigger,
You havent noticed.
From there you understand,
That the  p e r s o n  you are,
Could be someone  g r e a t e r.
With such blinding passion.
In keen  p o s s e s i o n .

All because of your subconscious
Hiding truth from you,
Your mind gets amnesia,
But the  h e a r t  keeps beating in rhythm,
Turning every monotone
Into   c h a o s   m e l o d y.
So you grasp for air,
And hold your pen. . .

Pounding into   s  p a c e  ,
            Letting  f r e e d o m  sink in.

And that's how words became,
So beautiful. .
Because that is YOU.

But somehow,
Some of us lose ourselves,
In between.

And that's how beautiful it is.
You stop, to admire it for a second.

**S o    b e a u t i f u l . . .

2 am eyes open wide,
thinking about my life.
Silence envelopes my mind,
just me and the night sky for a while.
I wander near your angel face,
but you're sound asleep and I'm in the nights embrace.
Sometimes I wish that this would change,
but it's just me & the night for the rest of my days.

Never ceases
Hardly rests

I swallow blood
Glides through my neck
Blurry shaking

Amist black fits
Rips, twists, hits, kiss
****
Are you sure you want this?

Swollen, inflamed seas we call my eyes
And permanent frown lines

Obsession is an understatement
A suffocating, seductive idea
Grows to mania
Oh that mania

At least it's all mine

Romanticize trauma
I adore that folding, shrinking pain
Takes from my core, birthed from my core
Come accompany this misery, please

Your silent thoughts ****** me
*Torment me
Torment me

You are the
        window
              to my pain
  Cloudy with
            no chance of clarity
      I can see
               how far
away you are
                    Out of focus,
           still hurting me
                      *so easily

In moments you used to look at me,
You now look away.
And in times when my mind used to be free of you,
You're now here to stay.
-i.w.

my poetry has become
a seagulls cry
my soul is adrift
on a becalmed sea.
This sailors wife
knitted his death
into his sweater.
the sea shall swallow me
with its infinite greed.
The cloudless sky
will take my poems
and recite them
from a place on high.
the verses melt
to a single sound.
my poetry has become
a seagulls cry.