where
are
you?

your
touch.

your
warmth.

your
smile.

your
voice.

where
are
you?

your
being?

your
truth.

your
lies.

your
eyes.

where
are
you?

near
a
place
too
far
from
home.

I’d blend into the rainbows

If I’d come out in flying colours

Fall with the tides

If I’d rise back in soaring torrents

Fade with the wind If it’d lead me right to you Patience, my tempo

If I’d race up to the crown

Am in a race with my own race

In dispute with my generation

As my mind pace into the space of the nearest future

We danced to a dirge of flattery

Wake up, nightmares could also be reality

I’d be your sun

Help you rise through your mournings

Your nightingale

Play up melodies in your garden

I’d be your artist

Draw your attention to all you love

Your Physician

Treat you right as a Queen

Mismatch

The contours map our world. ..

You're a knot, a curd,
a piece of heavy machinery
stuck idling in my throat.
You're the crack, the shell-shock
of a breaking,
broken
bone.
You're the weight of love,
a thief,
the bitter sting in my nose.
You're that beautiful head spin,
the needed kick,
the heavy fist,
the flicker of a nerve.

A finger *****; a dilation.
The cracked rib on your life side.
I long to paint pictures of the subconscious;
the places we never get to see.
And as the sun starts to set,
as night eclipses over the earth
I will scream until my throat is bleeding.
I will drag my body across the pavement,
punch my fists into walls
leaving the stain of humanity on every street corner.
I will cut across the plain of existence with my fingertips and
I will pull reality from its womb.
I will drag it on the ground behind me
until it is bloodied and worn -
I'll scream in it s face and ask,
Why?
I want existence to feel everything I have felt;
Ten times over, amplified and without mercy.

One day I was seating,
Looking at the sky.
Oh, how it felt like
I got that realization,
That my life could end
In an   i n s t a n t   today.

And  H E R E   I    A M,
With my unfinished businesses.
Wondering if life always end
In the middle of thinking:

" What could've been my life, if I chose this. . . "

. . .brought tears to my eyes,

I am free. But,
I feel utterly **helpless.

Stay; love him in spite of his stumbles.
Honey, people are chaotic, imperfect and tattered.
You'll never be good enough for everyone, but to him;
he sees only you in this selfish, egocentric and whirling world where life is supposed to be lived.
Ironic isn't it? Living the life that is full of toxic beliefs and towards the non-existence eventually;
inevitable death but avertable life.