Friday, July 8, 2016

Chrysanthemum

Had you been an utter candor
Wishing to walk the path towards her
No matter how futile
No matter how messed up the whole road would be
If you didn't chose a detour
If you didn't take a turn
If you didn't barge your way into me

Then, just maybe
 I wouldn't be haplessly slithering away from this excruciating pain

|22:16|April 27, 2016|

Philosophical Zombie

Maybe if my eyes would just shut
Taking with them my consciousness
Drifting away into total blackness
Maybe for a while there'd be
Marching ants over my body
Swimming through my veins, clogging pain's gateway
Or the memory of you with such bliss
As you exchange with her
the queerest stories
|22:09|April 27, 2016|

Galaxies Away

As a man always stays under a shed amidst every deluge
No matter how rusty and bound the roof is to subsiding
Drenched as it always would be against the anger of the clouds
It remains an epitome of bravery
As it covers the man from drizzles to furious storms

Nonetheless, the king will exhibit its mighty rays
That'll hush all clouds to quiescence

And the man leaves
Without a second thought,
Without a second glance,
Without knowing that against all odds
Of different worlds
And a different universe
He was loved by his protector.

|19:33|April 22, 2016|

Society

The catalysts of fray inside a toddler
Are gazing eyes that strike like tenacious bolts
Obscuring the once beheld paradise
Burning into a dead wilderness

|18:49|April 22, 2016|

Words

Push me down a little harder
Until I no longer breathe

But through these words that are my wings
Frail as they might be
They'll still fly me to the heavens
As the rhythms for a staircase
That lets me outstretch towards those dangling celestial

|18:36|April 22, 2016|

Tug of War

I hate that you are, slowly, slowly
freeing yourself from these hands
Like a li'l pond on my concave palms
Dawdlingly draining
as cold drops trickle down
From the gaps of my fingers

Though, this was utterly what I initially wished for.

Loneliness

The loneliness that grasps my heart
seems like an urgent sense of normalcy
Where no words could be put
Only feelings that resonate

I hate that I have clung upon another arm
Just to feel a little okay.

|18:03| April 22, 2016|