For everything that lies in my solitude,
as the lies of reality wither through my soul
i enrage myself
with the song of my silence
i lose everything
within
for the severance of my solitude
for thats the only thing that keeps me surviving
                                                                    -Raga

A heart that gives never gets.

The day you decided to cede me.
My mind became
deadset on hating you
but
My heart ,oh that da×n thing just sacrificed my mind because it thought
so
to hate you.

The mind is a walled sanctum
That preserves every hate every joy every guilt and every moment that we live
not because it has to but because we need the reminiscence of the past
not in order to get stuck there
but in order to move forward.

It is a reminder that the person you were,
for the people you had,
in the habitat you flourished,
no longer has the competency to hold you
what you had is gone
  what you have is gonna be nothing like what you had.
and its about time that you
Move Forward

So many scars for so many reasons
Every scar is unique
Every scar has its own depth
Some just ******  Some  so unfathomable.
One can only imagine what it feels like to be scarred like another.
No one can ever fully percieve the way a soul is scarred when its scarred by a surreal emotion that forces everything within to surrender,
An emotion that thrives out of possession,
An emotion that requires devotion,
An emotion that demands sacrifice,
An emotion that perfectly projects the way one might hold another,
The only emotion that is capable of leaving scars and wounds that wont heal.

things might have changed
people who promised to stay forever might have been the first ones to
leave
everything you cherished might start to feel poisoned
everything you thought of settling for has now become irrelevant
everything you love becomes so distant
you feel as if the person you are is not the person who you were
ha.... here you are my friend getting yourself ready to startover
but not as like last time with nothing left
but with everything that could drive you
farther higher and longer than last time..

He is someone who is capable of loving alot.
He is someone who is capable of caring alot.
He is someone who is capable of protecting the things he
love to an impossible extent.
But
He is the one marked with a
disdain.
No She He finds
will ever be capable of feeling the light thats inside of him.

From being the one to becoming none
I felt the likes love ,rage ,anger
which
I would never be able to comprehend even
if i pen a million more poems.

Poeting ur way back to the fold is just twice as tantraus as u relive the traumatized memory again again till your hand goes numb and your pen goes dry

No
I am not angry anymore.
I no longer feel the void that pitches in when people leave.
I no longer fight for what's rightfully mine.
I stopped, I stopped just to listen.
Now here I found what was missing for so long.
The peace that i deserve never really belonged out there it always belonged in here
Within my mind within my solitudE

Somewhere between
talking for hours and hours
and
avoiding each others line of sight ,
Every one of us here
understood how
a beautiful,lovely, heartfelt lie
can be portrayed as
love.

Afloat in the loveless void of space loving a soul that bleeds  of slithering solitude.

Sometimes it's better for me to act as if I am a complete stranger to myself.
Sometimes it feels as if it's better for me to make myself scarce.
Sometimes it feels better for me to not feel myself at all.
Sometimes I do understand that I won't really have any one who loves me .
Yes Sometimes the reality that I live with scares me alot but it's not gonna make it any better,
So I really do hope that sometime someones gonna look at me like
I am
something different ,
I am
something beautiful ,
I am
Something that's worth living for,
Something that makes them feel as if I am enough,
Sometimes somethings can just be hoped for .