Thursday, August 4, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Spraying the salt water all over me,
I lick my lips and taste the salt,
I take a breath and smell your scent.
Your presence besides me
Makes my existence,
My hand covered by yours,
Says more than words ever can.
Your eyes searching mine,
Find the long lost answers
Of love, of truth, of hope.
Dampen my eyes and
I look beyond the vast ocean,
And whisper the words in my heart,
For sure you know me inside out
There’s no need to say it out loud.
My heart is empty of all wishes,
For it would follow your soul,
Whether up as you flow with the wave,
Or down as it recedes.
Hollow before but not any more,
For your laughter fills me,
Your touch ignites a longing,
And your love, an eternal solace.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Sometimes I feel like running. Wind in my face, a blank road ahead all for myself. Even if I close my eyes, I wouldn’t bang into anything.
If that helps to leave behind everything.. and if it really helps, I would like to run even faster. I would want to run till my limbs give up, the oxygen runs out and I am exhausted. Then I’ll just lay there thinking about oxygen and exhaustion and the annoying pain in my limbs because of the irritating lactic acid.
Just that. And nothing more. Just that.
I would want to run till the wind moving against me tries so hard to stop me and I’d still want to run faster than before. And every time that I am successful in defeating it, I would want to stop for a microsecond and look back and laugh at it. And then I would again want to run extremely fast, my speed ever increasing, that at one point I am no longer solid. Having left behind what made me substance, I’m just energy now, invisible, impervious, untouchable.
You can’t know I’m there unless you’re the force driving me.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Funny thing about darkness. At first, it gives you creeps. Maybe because it steals from you the one thing that makes you feel you're in control. Your vision. It makes you lose your sense of power, of knowing your whereabouts, of whats to come..
But you eventually get used to it. You start getting familiar with it, and you realize how this is one thing in the world thats close to your skin. One thing you can be yourself with. No pretenses about to uncover, no fake smiles at the point of cracking, no holding away from the obvious, no holding back those tears that are begging for release.
And after all those years, you find yourself looking forward to it. That time of the day, where you can slip into the never ending tunnel of darkness and find yourself.. Or maybe lose completely.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
You DO realise that you always end up on the wrong front.
Redeemed faith, love. Falter again.
You're fucked up. Dont feel bad. Its just you. Dang.
How. I ask, what number will you test ?
Yeah, just step on them. Have a damn fest.
Your levels have dropped to unseen depths,
How'd you be sought ?
So, just sketch on the dirt beneath you.
You dont give a damn, like you'd feel bad if it cheats you.
Wild smile. All your masks lay in front.
Pick one ? Clown another.
Soulless mortals, almost inaudible.
Heh. Blame ! It cannot be you.
Wild smile. Hysteria ?
Bleed it out.
So. You count rocks around.
Yeah, fiddle with them. They are diamonds, you fool. Not a crap mound.
Cry it out again. Its not like things would ever differ.
The mirror people would over power you. Suffer.
Laugh out loud. Laugh it out.
Press hard. Clenched fist, open it.
Fine, untampered dirt.
Bowed head. Sway away.