I made holes
Inside myself
Bigger than the holes
That you created
Inside me

2015, April 22

to experience a thousand
Suns setting, rising
with a stroke of a pen

to bask in the warmth
surrounding you
in the absence of light

to know that dying
is but a step
towards being one with the Great Everything

to watch your own flesh and blood
crawling, walking, loving
growing old, growing wise

to feel connected with Nature
by some weird concoction
of your unique mind

to infuse emotions
through simple words
on the canvas of your life you paint

to be enthralled by the magnanimity
of the Eternal Human Soul
wandering, wandering to become whole

to love, to write
to live in spite the crushing weight
of your dark existence

to be human, to be more
to become the Creator
you've always been

I’m in love with your mystery
the rest is history
right now its  just you and me
love how you move
when you are making your way
stuck in my mind
don’t know what you expect of me
take a look at yourself, stop blaming me
i need you fill that void for me
your footsteps echo your voice now
dont you worry about the pain
we will figure it out somehow

Peaceful sunrise entered the window
As morning poke his heavy eyes
I lay my right hand on his left cheek
But he moved it to his ear without a peek
Then he says under one's breath,
"It feels like I could close my eyes. Stop hearing the world's noises. And all the problems will disappear. Because I am here—With you"

sunday, december.

the wind blows up my hair
it's making the breeze goes
up to my neck.
if i shall ever close my eyes
the snowflakes will try
too hard to keep it closed
forever

darling, january will start soon
are you hiding? do you care at all?
are you creeping behind the wooden
door and watch as the world burns
down?
because i do. i care about
the year that passes.
the seconds, the minutes,
the hours we spent together
just 24 hours ago
what happened?

i cried
you lied
we fought
i did this, right?
the cats are chasing for fresh meat.

i screamed like a possessed child
like a drunk man without a wife
like the sun without its light
but that was a year ago


monday, january

i used to see you every morning
on this day, you would walk around
the hallways and made fun of
our science teacher.

you would see me and
rolled your eyes
or maybe
just stared for billions of minutes
until you had to look away
because, well, my eyes
had taken over your heart
more than
her words did.

but that was last year.

i cringe every time i hear your
dark and beautiful and flawless
name

and i hide every time i smell your
cigarettes and wine perfume
or ketchup and cigarettes and beer
perfume.

this year

you wont call me yours
i wont call you mine
we wont be staring again
we wont be visible again
we wont dare to hate
we wont be in love
we wont care for each other
we will be nothing.

this year, starting.
i see your face in the crowd and ask,
"do i know him? does he still know me?"
you glance.