There are always waiting spectors
as morning’s penumbra ripples
where chants of the mind play
to an audience of one.

They shape the mist as dawn
expands and connects each breath.
The weight of darkness lifts to
the edges of ether, emptying
the private hole of self.

Slowly, the hours
open to the hovering light,
the soft burn of the sun.
Like an instant between
seasons, the clot of darkness
dissolves.

There on the edges of wakefulness,
unexpected color breaks open silence,
dispersing the night’s assembly of ghosts.

I always wonder why by the end of the month
Every smell changes like seasons fall into place
How today would smell sappy and fresh
But tomorrow it’ll be sugary and sweet

Once, I saw you changing it
I asked why you do that
You smiled and handed it to me as I sniff it,
“Nothing really lasts long.”

Whenever I get a sniff of this it reminds me of that place
I’d always go at the back seat or beside you
But now you’re gone it’s never the same
For I never experienced being beside you again

Now, I get why you change it every month,
For even the pleasant smell of an air freshener is temporary,
Despite of its strong and rich scent
There’ll be a time it needs to be replaced

Soft and musky
Clean and cool
Mild and delicate
The scents you always loved

So as I change my car freshener,
I still wonder,
If you were here by my side,
Would you be the one to change it every end of the month?

i just need a little rest
a week or so would suffice
no time to be pressed
give myself a time to realize

let me figure things out
there's a lot going around in my mind
let the season be in drought
i'll see what i can find

go away for now
what i need is no one's company
i may have no idea how
but let me rest harmoniously

dear anxiety, when will you leave me?
all my thoughts have gone wary
even my vision's kinda blurry
hear me out and save me hurry

dear anxiety, why are you here?
creeping me out so sheer
you won't get another tear
is anyone ever near?

dear anxiety, what do you want?
still in my dreams you do your haunt
tell it to me and i shall grant
even so, no one hears my rant

dear anxiety, who must i call?
though in the end it's me who will fall
surely you have taken its toll
when will they see it all?

dear anxiety, how are you?
so good at keeping me blue
remind me that this reality is true
those who see it are only few

i wanna get mad
and curse you so bad
you vanished all of a sudden
now my heart's all harden

i wanna get angry
but if I hear atleast just one sorry
it's more than enough
for my heart isn't that tough

i wanna be ******
for all these feelings i have risked
however, when it comes to you
i don't even know what's true

i wanna be happy
but without you it's all just lonely
so come to me,
for when its you, i'll always be ready

Relations
It's a substantial word,
Carrying so many emotions and sentiments within a person's soul.
If handled with care it can give wonders of the world,
But if handled carelessly it can destroy a person within all.
It is something that demands attention from both the sides,
In other words it asks effort from person for itself to satisfy.
It can drown a person in it without letting them know,
And can also destroy a person if taken out from this confined pond.
It is something that may confuse you people alot,
If it's bad it will never be good,
And if it's good it can be bad or good.
Now it's up to you as you know it's worth,
Don't let them drown you
And don't let them get away from you.

"everything happens for a reason"
is a line i'd rather not hear from now on.

reasons i wish i knew why,
what in my life it tries to imply.

i don't want to sit around and wonder,
what i could have done much better.

there are nights
like this
when i kept on
staring the cracks
at the ceiling
and wonder how
on earth
we keep
justifying
all the bullets
fired at us
just because
we love the
one
pulling
the trigger