Heavier than ever,
I lost my strength.
Such a difference— Never!
I wish to go any length.

This is no tale of mass,
For I would carry the world.
It's a burden, that would fail Atlas
Even his grip couldn't hold.

Yet, no tale of mass,
Mass by people.
Feelings, heart all clash
I succumbed to this whirlpool.

Alone, a name I harness,
While I didn't heed
For I never learnt of loneliness,
Until you were all I'd need.
All I'd need.

My wings failed me
They can no longer fly
Forgiven, I wished to see
The glory your fins could buy.

Completely different; reverse
Our destiny wasn't the same,
Foolish to assume a converse
Between reins of a different game.

And I shall make reasons,
For I left heaven with this fall.
I committed a treason,
Drowning within the blue hall.

As I die, I wish,
A swim with you
But foolish I must be to think a fish,
Would leap out ocean's blue.

Yet you glide with ease,  
While I, a feathered relic, sink—  
Wings too weary for the breeze,  
A fate far colder than I think.  

The sky once knew my name,  
But the sea whispers none,  
Drenched in salt and quiet shame,  
Falling where no light will run.  

Tell me, do you ever dream  
Of soaring where the echoes call?  
Or is it just my hopeless scheme,  
To think the sky could break my fall?

I was running down,
This sloppy hill, at dawn.
Where trees were inverted,
Leaves and roots—upside,down

A scorch I felt,
Under nature's belt.
Flames of sloppy rage,
Transpire with the corrupt age.

The scorch, now gone,
A wound, on me, lone.
Lone I was running down,
Wearing the dusty, broken crown.

His dry lips are smiling,
I see life in those eyes;
that died long ago
His vocals, always lying
Now talks about the truth of ages;
advice for times to go.

He is in joy;
This man who suffered alive,
Happily follows death's ploy.
As if his soul is gonna revive.

This man is not strange,
A profound reason, in his smile.
He will now meet her, of his age,
Whose demise, he rejected in denial.

How cruel she was
She left him in hurry;
Unable to mend death's laws,
Her hopes, he could only bury.

Dancing in the attic,
I hide from the Passerby,
Confronting their eyes—
Traumatic.
Listen to the words I try to imply.

These beings mean no harm,
To me, they seem strange.
As they embezzle in my charm,
All I see them as, deranged.

1 4 3,
A code, lovers lived by.
One that never came to me
Something I could never be.

8 letters, just 8! My darling!
I couldn't hate it more,
How inefficient must one be
To use 8 letters 1-4-3,

This enlightenment I desire,
Wouldn't suffice words so short,
I shall spend 8 novels and me, entire,
Just to moor my boat on your port.

And then the world could be,
You, me and 8 letters in 1-4-3

You were like the moon to me,
Always far from my reach
Only to be adored by my sight.
Always hoped you for mine to be
Even prayed for you with all my might.

Always craved to get a glimpse of you
Always felt captivated by the light of you
Without you I felt like I lost my light
As you were the one to light my dark pit of sorrow

You made me want to reach the height
You were the one I didn’t want anyone to borrow
For you were the one without whom my sky felt hollow

I liked the phases you displayed
Even liked the spots you had
For they showed the beauty of being tainted
Just wanting to hold you made me glad
Yet beyond my reach
Only to be adored by my sight.