Sometimes your intentions are as clean as white sheets straight from laundry
Sometimes your intentions are only as clean as black sheets washed at home

and unlike sheets, people don't see intentions...
So sometimes remember to hang your dry white sheets out to dry

(Oh, and leave the blacks in the cupboard, they are out of fashion)

May your head never be bowed
Even when it is ******

May your eyes always see light
Even when it is foggy

May your ears never go deaf
Even when it is noisy

May your tongue always speak good
Even when you are angry

And may your heart be clad in gold
Filled with compassion and pity

Since life is not always easy
and abject failure is abundant
your gaze may begin to capture
ideas beyond the finishing touches of beauty
and your thoughts may start to fall
off the planes of (what is considered) “sanity”

at such tumultuous hours my friend
look to the trees not the flowers

I understand the restless feeling
within your soul. Impossible to ignore
especially in a still night where devils
you expect to turn up lose their
way.
Alone in a still night you scream
out for help but intentionally forget to
turn up the volume from zero to a
measly one, because you prefer the
agony of pain to the dreadful
pretentious care you suspect in
caring eyes.
I understand you when you, in your own
words, alleged that both right
and left turns connive with time to
bring you back to your starting point,
that you wish you could turn up, fly,
and leave everything behind without
having to explain why
or how you did it
And I completely understand the fury
beneath your smile in those still kind
of nights when unwanted attention is
turned towards you,
being civil thus gentle
and cordial, you are demanded, for
goodness sake, to indulge friends
and family. so you take a deep
cigarette-filled breath, summon
strength from deep within, laugh
and simply turn up

She spoke with majestic eloquence
for her tongue moved with the
freedom of birds rolling in air

Blood flood the carpet but the dimness
of the room
made her tear drops disappear

The last lamp was her heartbeat slowly
fading away like a figure walking in a
sandstorm...

All he felt was the white helplessness of
pity as her soul separated from her body

The wide room, in his mind, enclosed
him-
The black marble walls closed in...

His heart too was constrained, the agony
of death dripped inside his head

She spoke with a voice as soft as feather
"I'm glad I met you"
were the words she uttered

It trickled the four corners of his heart
for all eternity
right there and then.

That night pain and sorrow defeated
time-
Two hearts stopped instead of one

My head hurts, my sight blurs
Quietly i loose consciousness.
My heartbeat breaks, i am choking
Shamefully i loose myself in thoughtfulness.

I sit and watch my hands transform
my thoughts to written words--

How proudly I deny honest truths
a little space in my deluded forehead
And how desperately I cling to life
scared I might just now draw my last breath.

Such is the complete state of man;
When sickness brings him to the brink of death
he remembers the unkind odds that lent him life
But when he is strong and able
he remembers himself immortal.

If ever you see a sight that reminds
you of me,
either happily jesting or sadly
staring--

If you remember me in a most
sudden way; down a quiet road
walking or a decent conversation
holding ---


It is then you'd know the beginning
of all the words I never said