the words
creating havoc
echoing in the vast emptiness
of soul as they strike
against the high walls
built to keep them
within,
Turning deaf ear
to the inner chaos
she wore a smile
and
became the part of **crowd

And the clouds echoed his name
As they came pouring down in the form of rain.
They dripped down upon her face
And kissed her tears away.

She caught her breath and released a woeful sigh.
As she began to realise..
That even in death, he refuses to let her suffer
And end her life.

You watch and wait for time to take all that it can from inside your soul.

It's wasted, the money you spent on time, you could have paid half to indulge on the mere portion of life you've tasted.

This earth, we've gradually graced it - and meaninglessly traced it - in books and photos and missed the memo reminding us to live.

The moment you chose to give up that argument - and all the energy you spent on settling for loving.

These blues and grays sometimes consume the days in which you could be laughing.

Lost in the echo of the static cracking of the voice maintained in quivering.

The shivering of the cold beyond the false control of everyone who has it together.

When problems weigh that of a feather.

I keep looking for a song to define the moment,
                 But the sound of your name fits every occasion

An echo is a picture
Captured in sound
Flicking for a minute
between rocks
In a geographical stutter
It winds, wends,
Wanes into whisper
Issues now etched.
A syllable symphony
of staggered sound
Jumps like light
Lingers into
A hush

The world is falling to pieces
Colored glass falling from a prism
The reflection faded

The world is falling to pieces
Old friends stand alone
Failure, their deflated stare
A thousand screams
Or a thousand songs
One last note to echo...

The world is falling to pieces
Families break as friendship begs
A familiar face twists

The world is falling to pieces
Demented ramblings of obsession
Love is only in ideals

The world is falling to pieces
Every step away from one
Must bring you closer to something

The world is falling to pieces
I know to catch the shards
But they slip…

The world is falling to pieces
And I watch

Whispers in shadows
Reveal the keymakers.    
Infinitely    
Traveling
Ecko
Resonation

I can't silence
the echo you left
in my heart

I am always trapped in a maze of crossroads.
Labyrinths all around.
I sometimes swim in the sea of the unconscious.
Or walk in the valley of disbelief.
And even reach nirvana from
other dimensions  in a fleeting state.
I keep searching for love,  
while tracking my soul.
I couldn't find it, maybe I did
and just lost it many times.
I'm bleary.
My sage advise to self
is to freeze my world for a moment...
My thoughts are nothing but vestige.
For now, everything is an echo!