Some people are beautiful and deep like a well written poetry,
There are books written on them, the ink falls short
Pages after pages, engrossed into them,
Their eyes bold and challenging, the life and beyond
Their courage legendary, they are heroes for generation to come,
They are not just part of history, their kindness still runs
Love, passion and luck, they are miracles in flesh
I wish to see them become, with all compassion, the destiny to strike up again
Amazing individuals, and then in this world exists me
Trying to follow her footsteps
Jumping up and about,
An inspiration, my little feet will keep following

Its been ages, I have read a word from you,
Much less a verse,
I am eager to hear more from you, a star in this universe.
I zoom in an out out of your life, time and time again
A window is always open, waiting for you to comeback again.
Our connection disrupted, but we still find links to each other,
All we need to retrace our path to be back together.
Write your thoughts in the pages, nuances intrinsic,
Fresh copies, a touch of the artistic, a kind poetic.

I used to climb on window pipes.
Look through the neighbour's side,
Reach around trying to climb high.
I wanted to go into the dark skies
Find the real paradise.

And I am still climbing the staircase
where the happiness begins
but the steps are never ending
my legs are forever bending
the journey, like any, is tiring.

If not for this lingering sadness,
I would pronounce myself dead.

apart from breathing through your nostrils?

The cliff side view
the beauty chills
the thumping heart
with waves turning
so gripping
entranced
barefoot
taking a step towards
edging to the end
siren calling
the light whispers
so breathtaking
and breathing stopped.

How did my self worth
day to day
change to how useful I am

I've looked at your photograph
so many times now,
I can now carve your every curve,
imperfections to perfection
make a replica of you
on this stone
but it wouldn't be you.

All there was
was the winds
more winds coming
winds coming in between
with us standing
feeling it in my hair
like eyes forced to close
there was nothing but the wind
And steps were taken to move
winds followed me
accompanied me to my lonesome road
All the way to the waves of sea
inviting me in to give in
While I look in my morose mood
And the Sun stood submerged
like everything, it was leaving me
And maybe it will be back
But for this moment after,
I'll have nobody there
on this moonless night.

You are not here for the truth
And I am not going to lie,
let us depart with a solemn goodbye.

I have scribbled across thousands of drafts
I couldn't write a sentence of absolute truth.

Is it me, is it you, is it us, or is it my head
I can't recall well how it had begun
but has it been always like this
Always losing at both ends
Replaced so easily, you don't look at me
Least bothered, left at my own device
My own bone to pick, you have no time to give
Restless, relentless, you would drown me in deep waters
I keep waiting for you to save me
The pool of tears is crystal clear
Displaced, delude, I have been reduced
My value to me rose to all time low
Where in the world you would find me
I am in the jungle of my own vice
Don't seek the worst in me
I would fall on my knees yet again
But my destiny has always been it.
Dying, well not surprising,
Drought, and the last drop.

I can write it better or I can try cursive
well life goes whiff and I go passive
my attempts are honest, well true enough
what more should I say,
don't skim to my last page first
You have missed all the funny part
so many falls and then a flatline.

No one catch up to me
I am far too gone

There is no map to place I go
There are no lingering footsteps to where I am

You'd miss me
for a day or two
but then, time fixes it
and I'd be a distant memory

Jet set
Let's leave
Leaving no trace behind
Like we never existed.

Let's escape to another world
It is not strange
If we stayed any longer
We'd bleed out
sweat, dreams and blood,
eventually like all others do.

You have yet not seen me at my worst
Nor have you seen me trying my best
You just met me seconds ago
And already termed me as a nuisance.

Crestfallen,
what happened,
it was the reflective sea
it was one time thing
is it really though,
am I good enough,
who knows?

One spark flew,
it is a journey
what have I purchased
what do I own?
who do I owe,
whom do I owe indeed?

Upliftment,
I have never been tried to
enjoyment,
all I have ever strive to
is it just the same
but all it transforms to blame
when all goes south
and north is light years away.

Striking
it was a black ink spot
on a white blank page
it was so seeking
I couldn't look away
I have burned holes into it
but it just stays
the circle goes on.

Listen
I have been quiet for long
in my distraction
I look towards the sky
the birds flying away
I have nothing wise to say
new, old, gold
you have probably heard it all.