I can't see the thread that pulls me,
But I know where it leads,
I can't hear the hound that hunts me,
But I know when it feeds,
I can't feel the heart within me,
But I know how it bleeds,
I can't smell the fear around me,
But I can tell when it leaves,
I can't taste the poison on my-
Wait!
You've been in this circle for too long,
Stop following the path you know and move towards uncharted territory,
Follow me,
Trust me and I will trust you,
Take my hand,
And together we will escape this mess.

My time in here took its toll,
But not enough to ****,
And with you, my dear, there's no other choice,
But to love and trust your will.

Foggy perception
Tenebrific moments
A long tunnel of
Uncertainties
Makes journey’s askew
So near, yet, so far
Never ending maze
And a blinding haze

A poetry reflects what your soul's 'bout
It shows, how gratifying your love is
The words consider how one speaks through a verse
Love needs one breath & the lips look desperate for one kiss

My dreams working around your daze
I'm so lost into my own stupefy maze
You wrap a wisp of your love around my life
Your love gives me a jack to give you a high raise

A white fog speaking though your voice;
Your love for me coming through my rejoice
A leaf of ecstasy wants you to be mine
So, My heart needs you cause my spirit has no other choice.

Standing on the curb
Watching your other self
Pass you by, waving as they pass
Do you get up and go find yourself
Or do you wait for yourself
To come back to yourself?

A question I asked myself countless times
Times when I felt like I wasn't being real
To my true self
Life is sometimes cruel
With its trials and tribulations
To the point where one has to leave
Ones truest convictions
To pursue a life of less substance

Thinking about the fellow
Who looked like a replica of me earlier
I examined myself and how my life
Has taken turns to the unknown
Crisscrossing into an unknown maze
Knotting and unknitting
Right in front of my eyes
I sometimes sit and wonder
What I had done with the thread of life
Cause I'm at the point of choking myself
With every move I make

The next minute I found myself lost
In the beautiful words by a wonderful poet
That I hold dear
And she said:
"It is the very liquid soul
That oozes from this pores
To light the sidewalks with our magic
Beyond the distant shores
It is the joy from which the laughter
Of the dying is drawn"

Sitting in my apartment
Later still, that same evening
I got rudely awaken by an abrupt call
From the police department
When I was asked to identify my own body.