I am aware that you are an ocean, an ocean with its endless mysteries; I wouldn't mind swimming into your deepest depths.
I want to unveil your mysteries; I want to know you.
I want your summers, your calm, your storms, your darkness.
Let me be your shore; the place where you crash, break, ruin.
Yet again let me help you build yourself up, stronger, mightier, tougher.

Let me inside your abyss where you hide your destructions, where you let no one in.
Let me love your darkness the way you never thought anyone ever would.
Bring on your most destructive tsunamis and watch me stay for I wouldn't mind drowning if that means I could hold your hand for the last time.
Bring on your strongest storms, I wouldn't mind.
I will always choose to stay.

You may see yourself as a mess but you are my favorite mess.
You are worth the trouble.
The chaos doesn't seem so bad whenever you hold me in your arms.
Yes, bring on your disasters.
Love, you are worth the chaos.

Why do they seem to portray a four-legged beast
Breathing misery in every soul
Stuck in this very cruel moment
Scribbling a thousand of letters I will never send

Scars open...
Jinx minded delusion running every inch of my muscles
The depth can never be touch
Its motion can never be felt

Scars?
Scars like hungry blades
Threatening to amputate
My essence of being
Into finer meat crumbs

Air glasses raised
In celebration of injustice commanded
That hinders those like me
Who are the victims
From our unfolded freedom

I'm slowly dying a sweet death
Like of salty, ravenous sea
Hell no!
Its not what I didn't know
Its what I didn't say
Its not what I didn't feel
Its what I didn't show

Scars?
Open like deep oceans of bloodily tears
Galloping like a race horse
My wrist rippled with deliberate carelessness
My mind running through two diverged road to the unknown

With a colourless ink
Yet every letter reflects diamonds to her glassy eyes

Starring at the horizon of her poisonous skin
Brown like a coffee with no sugar
A spot lightless
She yearns to be accepted
Yes!
Acceptance...
Even if it intends
Breaking her ribs into stew with a blissful aroma
She gathers all her pain into a bouquet of roses
So she trades it like its none of the above provisions

She stares into her valueless femenity
No!
Her guts can't lead her astray
She knows they are hardly benevolent with her
She thought a thoughtless to be thoughtful
She peels the burden of emotions off her skin
Piles it in the shelf of carelessness
Shoving her freedom underneath the mattress of nothingness
A shooting star
Like a bleeding scar
Her entire life had been

Wearing her worn crown
Her dusty gown
Like a clown
Smashing mud on her face
Her tears like a lace
With an intensive rage
She's determined to win this race

She yearns to be accepted
Acceptance
Right or wrong
To her its just black and white
Like clockwise and anticlockwise
It brings no difference
She's determined to win this race
She gets herself in double trouble
One more neglected
One less erected

She yearns to be accepted
She's ready
To be declared a "women"
A title like a queen
She gives herself a tight squeeze
Comforting her thoughts
Speeding with an athletic speed
In a gravel road
En routing to her dusty dreams
She determined to win this race

In real life,
We sometimes win,
we sometimes lose,
Yes, we do!
Thus, you may become battle scarred
As you fight the good fight
and you reach for the stars.
But, in the end,
those who don't give up
and who fight the hardest and the smartest
Will win.
Yes, they do!
And, because you refuse to lose,
I salute you!

When the storm in your eye,
bends the marbled surface,
and rains fury on what beneath,
might be nothing but hot air,

remember Jupiter,

the majestic, heavenly titan,
failed to become a star.
No matter how hot his fury swells,
he remains a magnitude less than the Sun.

Remember Jupiter,

the jolly, red giant,
making enough light of his anger,
to glow while farther than the sun,
without being a star,
and his time being not nearly so different,
from yours.

can recover.
Knows how to fall;
        without a safety net
Trusts everyone;
         with no hesitations
Surrenders everything;
         with all it's being
Took all the pain;
          and all the beatings
Starts over;
          much harder this time
And failed;
          again and again and again.

Yes, the heart can recover...
But not forever;
          just like it's owner.

Lost in this world without a bearing
Like a message in bottle at sea
Carried by waves of different sizes
Drifting at the waves command
Momentarily settles on the shore
Then taken away by salty waters
Pushed down hard from the surface
A hurried resurface to gasp for air
It is a never ending cycle
Being stranded and then washed away
A game of patience and struggles
Till someone picks me up and keep me safe

You are one with the heavens
I a speck of dust in the earth
Meeting you in this desolate lands
Must be fate or a curse.

The unimaginable heights you reached
And my continuous struggle for existence
Acts that never fit together
Lives that won't intertwine.

My selfish wish of love
Your selfless works for life
Will our never ending horizons meet
Or will this vigorous heart burn out.