reality is like the bitter cold morning air
reality is like a brutal slap
reality is something i wish to avoid
because why live in reality
when you can live in blissful oblivion

I can see the black clouds
Forming over me,
The day getting darker,
Darker than the sea.

The birds flutter,
Flutter in a flock
Scared of something coming up,
Coming up soon to stalk.

The frown of heaven,
Roaring like a pard
The glow of lightening
Flickering in the dark.

The end is coming near,
Our hearts dwelled up with fear
We hope to wake up next day
Not seeing our loved ones asleep.

I hope to wake up next day,
Without my thoughts getting sweeped,
Forgetting everything,
Everything in my sleep.

What is the world we live in?
Who are the people we forgivin?
Time slips with the sand and for me
Nights are days and days are nights
Shimmered through pain
And showing us lights.

Who should I follow?
The people or God?
Will I fall in love
With that person or not?
I lost my tracks but there are more to follow
I think I should go to the shady hollow

My dreams are ripped,
Not because of pain
The people who live,
Drive me insane.
They don't want to give
Others a happy reign
So I follow the path which leads me to rain.

I cry, I cry
But nobody knows
Because the raindrops hide
The tears I show.

I lost my tracks but there are more to follow
I think I should go to the shady hollow.

Who are THEY we refer to?
Why do we do
The things THEY want us to do?
We are here finding "The Great Perhaps"
But do we know what our world has?
My feet are bare and the stones,
They *****
The blood that flows
Makes me more sick
But I made a mark to where I go
So that there are people who are there to show
The path that I have always followed
Which leads me to where,
I don't know

The drops of heaven smear my blood
My inner colour paints red on the mud
My life has not ended,
I have some hopes
For the life I was lended,
So I could climb up some ropes
I won't lead the way,
But my life would
I won't let myself to be swallowed.

I lost my tracks but there are more to follow,
I think I should go to the shady hollow.

you loved in paragraphs.
your lips, endless words,
the touch of your fingers; metaphors.
you loved me in ways a poet
desires.
your affection ran across the pages of my body
and i loved you to the point of oblivion.

When you are in the chasm
And the words are hollow
Only, wrapped in rhetoric
Even the echoes become inaudible
How do you express?
The irrepressible agony
Shattering the soul
From the stones hurled at you
On the verge of crumbling
And shattering into many pieces
Holding onto the jagged edges
And hiding in some crevices
Finally, into the oblivion
Swept away by the wind of apathy
Deep into the chasm
Engulfed by the darkness

Oblivion
i cry for you
oblivion
i strive for you
take away the thoughts
take away this noise
leave me alone
empty in the void
happily to non-exist
oblivion
i scream for you
oblivion
let me go

Nostalgic is the place!

The smell of burnt hair
The rumbling silence
The carpeted floor
The taste of dust
The furniture, all in plum

It is the forgotten place!**

Where she used to write
Where she used to weep
Where they revealed their cores
And where they uttered their goodbyes