I don’t have the unearthly craving
That’s many souls hold dearly
Maybe I’m in need of saving?
Or maybe it’s there merely

The search for the moon and stars
The wonders in someone’s heart
Not for another because of scars
But for the peacefulness of the true art

The trauma that’s unfolded
The scars at what’s lost
The drama that would’ve been avoided
Left me with a hefty cost

Now I watch the craving take someone else
Good luck with what you’ve been dealt

I am so truly lost in a haze.
I tried with all my heart to love,
But all I’m met with is a lonely gaze.
It just wasn’t enough.

I’m drowning in the waves of a sea.
I’d created this sea of emotions.
Locked away and lost the key.
Now I watch as it consumes me.

Gazing at the moon above,
I see the scars over it.
And start to wonder where I messed up?
Yet, the moon maintained brightly lit.

The garden I called home met a flame,
And now I’ll be to blame.

i sat beside you
speaking of cruelty
and the way your hands move
softly
loudly
burning like fire.

Fate always finds ways to leave you scarred,
But please stick with it.
Because somewhere you can't see,
Someone crosses the sea of time just to embrace your sensitive heart.

Just to have a single glimpse of you,
To strike a normal meet w you.
Or
Maybe it's not just them,
It's you
Waiting endlessly
Someone to search,
To reach out.

'One to look back upon the sand castles that
're left w noone in them.
As if,
Even the castles are longing for someone to remember them.

But eventually,
They would end up scattering,
Since most bury their euphoric remembrances just to remember the melancholy.

Albeit,
the sand castles' span depends upon the
native's mind;
Alas, the latter always tends to remember the tornados...
Completing defying the 'work for which he preserved so hard,
For the one who destroyed his castle?

But
Once
The native realises that it's not the tornado, it's the sand
From which the castle can be made
A thousand times
Only If he remembers to cherish
The things meant for him to cherish,
He will be truly liberated.

BUT
What if,
he wants to be stuck in his melancholic waves of tornado?
Then,
He will eventually become a slave
Of those melancholic waves,
Would be scared to defy Mob,
be anxious of past decisions,
frightened to Even live.
Or
Maybe he would suffocate in those giant waves ultimately leading his last moments
Just for him to remember-
The sand that once his hands' contained
Was now fleeting from his hands
Forever-
Or maybe that was the sand's fate.
        
                                -d'chu.

Isn’t it a strange concept
we hold on to someone
we fell for
We blindly fight
even if it doesn’t feel right
We lose ourselves
we feel sad
Happiness suffers
but we hold on
Love’s something mad.

L.C.