familiar with all weather
broken rims of existence
soliloquies of despair
rainfall in silence

ripples of loud mirth
echoes of joyous feet
stillness of nightly earth
tunes of bitter sweet

romance of blind hearts
oaths of porcelain
stains of leftovers
fragments of bruised skin

lying in broken stones
living on river's face
nothing the ghat owns
but its loneliness.

I reach
for colourful images, while trying not
to sound pretentious. Often, I fail
but that's alright.
I hate that poetry
has to be searched for, and
is not understood by the masses. I want to write for people, and not just those who took a creative writing elective, or those
that went to high-profile schools. I want to write
so that people have something to read,
to inspire others to create. Art is only for those that can afford the time,
and it seems to me that
there's plenty
to go
Around.

Is it too late?
please dont make me bear - the bland walls whitened by the guise of death.
Is it too late?
the queasiness laughs lavishly - when will I die? If I continue to feed
Is it too late?
to Live or to die? I lie motionless in between
It it too late?
to choose magnificence glimpsed in hints behind my eyelids
to be the ancient winds gusting out of nothingness like Celtic fiddles, changing raging seas into misty green beckonings
Is it too late?

here I lie.  the deadening grasped me again.  I knew it would come.  I did my best to prepare. Was it enough?  Did I finish bridges to escape on the night?  Only time will tell, and what a devil it has become.

you could have tried to keep us together
tried to keep us together for the sake of happiness
tried to keep us together even if our love was wrong
you could have taken all the chances i gave you
taken all the chances i gave you after you left me repeatedly
taken all the chances i gave you even after you hurt me
you could have left me with better memories
left me with better memories that don't cause tears
left me with better memories that even you would want to look back on
you could have realized how much i loved you
realized how much i loved you and all of your flaws
realized how much i loved you even though you didn't love me back
you could have given me a warning
given me a warning of how much pain you were going to cause
given me a warning even if this was how you wanted to leave

you could have at least said goodbye*

but you didn't
and you could have.

I am living in a personal hell.
I burn brightest when nights are darkest.
I suffer in silence, because
It is too hard for me to show my emotions.
I don't want anyone to worry about me,
Because my bleeding emotions is always mine.
Now my heart is fragile.
I whisper,
How long must i suffer in silence?
I think it is too much.
I am always at war, with
My own thoughts and hopes.
I have come to the end.
Now i can feel the death's hands envelope my neck.
Slowly, i am loosing my breath.
I will miss my depression.
I will miss crying in the shower.
I will miss the voices.
I will miss my sufferings in silence.
I am slowly progressing but advancing nevertheless.
Ah!
It is over.
I am fine,
it is the easier term for you to hear,
And to think everything is fine.