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  May 2014 Mr X
Nathan Young
In the Valley of Death, I roam
Infinite Sins I must atone.
Battle-scarred and heaving,
Shadows behind me, creeping

For all is lost, but not forgotten.
A humanity that was once begotten.
Sadly, empty now; a mere shell.
A war rages inside that reeks of Hell.

Remorsefully, I cull the meek
to find that which I do so seek.
A kiss from those ruby rose lips.
pupils brighten, bearing an eclipse.

Confidently, I shall reclaim my throne
as I feel my heart becoming sewn,
but I must last through the night.
Hope conceived amongst stars shine bright.

Impossible which I once thought,
I have found what I have sought.
Content with my endeavors,
Shall we step into our forever?
Mr X May 2014
Why did I run from the people I love?
Why did I expect them to understand the unspoken words?
Why didn't I cry when I knew they'd soothe me?
Why didn't I let go of myself when they hugged me tight?
Why was it that my pain always took the form of rage?
And my unspoken sweet words acted as knives piercing their veins?
Why did I tell the unforgiveable truth instead of telling the divine lie?
Why did I make such mistakes
And why don't I realise?
Why is it that they still stand next to me and say
"We'll always be by your side"?

Mr X May 2014
They say trusting is a virtue
I say its a sin against myself.
They say loving is a good deed.
I say its heart breaking and greed.
They say its godlike to forget and to forgive.
I say I am human enough to cry with the painful memories...
They say I am a cold heart
I say its a survival skill...
Years back I trusted, loved and forgave.
Years later I doubt,  hate and punish.
I know, its God's work to punish.
But isn't it also God's work to forgive?
They say heaven is not for me.
I say my heaven is this...
They say my soul will travel to hell.
I say my hell is this...
Mr X May 2014
Your feet will take you
to where your heart belongs.
An old Irish saying
Mr X Apr 2014
She came and she went.
Like all others did...
With a smile so beautiful and deep.
A God's child she was,
Gleaming with joy and beauty.
Sparkling eyes and tousled hair,
A girl of eleven or twelve...
Touched the heart so beautifully.
I stared at her and felt my smile return.
She peeped into my car window
And looked deep into my eyes.
She made me see through her,
An innocent face and naughty eyes.
I tossed a coin at her and she returned a smile.
I gazed at her for a moment and watched her say goodbye.
Then she ran along with her playmates...
Lighting every corner of the streets.
I smiled at her dissapearing figure as long as I could....
But soon the road was left far behind.
My mind kept wondering....
Will she always be the girl of the street?
Will she too follow her destiny alone?
Then I became busy...
And left the girl behind again...
Afterall who cares for a girl of the street....
Mr X Apr 2014
It is not necessary
for every wanderer
  to be aimless...*



Extract from Mona Lisa Smile (2003)
Mr X Apr 2014

Human relations....
Two words, many meanings,
Two words and many feelings...
These two words were present in every corner of my life so far...
These two words were a part of me so far...and I really do hope they remain a part of me forever...
But even after being so deeply involved with these words for years,
I do not understand them...
I cannot explain them...
And that inability causes a sensation so strange,  
I keep musing, whether I should try again...
At times, I find myself so very drawn towards one person...
But as time passes things change...
Our paths change...
At times, I feel I can trust the whole world around
But then again,  things change and those feelings drown...
At times, I feel friends are a reality,
But then betrayal makes me discover the world's cruelty....
Sometimes I get detached...
When things don't click the right way...
I cannot explain it yet, coz I don't understand it yet...
Sometimes I go far away...
Away from people, away from friends....
Just to discover new ones perhaps...
I know, that's just not the way...
But that's the only way...
For a person who discovers a new 'himself' every time he meets a new face...
For a person who sees a new reflection in each face...
For a person whose heart is of a traveller's and whose eyes are those of a wanderer's...
Searching for new mirrors...

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