Those brown eyes
They are calm
They are bright
Lovely, very!
To the extent
That I allowed them
deceive me
And keep me
In silence
Whilst deep inside
I wanted to shout
And burst out
Hearing thy
Maddening lies
And excuses
I know myself
I had enough
It is hard
Yet I must not
Look back
For the memory of
The past is so vivid
And my heart is just
So fragile and soft

Air

I must love you like the wind
I must feel it
without the aid of sight
It must be enough
It should allow me to breath.

I also know,
with little air, I feel less alive
Gasping for breath;
Suffocating.
Yet too much kills,
It’s toxic, a poison for a man

The distance between us
is a whole lot of space.
It grows each day,
and I feel it all night.

Later, spaces may be filled
Either with hatred
Even disgust. Tell me then,
can love still permeate our gap?

I will not allow a “love” that is bound to inflict me harm.
I will not again love someone who cannot reciprocate the effort and time.
Love does hurt sometimes, but it shan’t cause your absolute drime.

You’re enjoying your coffee, while I am drowning in tears.

Savoring a good, an elegant brew, while I have to endure the bitter taste of a deep blue.

And I saw you sitting comfortably on couch, while my longiness just went up a notch.

You’re smiling now, and your eyes are bright.
Oh! how soon may I enjoy a tranquil night?

I had let you in. I had let you conquer my world.
Then you just left when my all started to fall apart.

Just Change

The skin detects even the lightest motion,
Yet a mind understands no damn “REASONS”

I will no longer accept your WORDS!
I’m interested in the facts, not your truth.
I hate excuses,
But a fan of pellucid prose.

I deserve more!
Something that is genuine!
Company like river stones
as they are smooth and translucent
I want better!
a LOVE that takes actions and poses no distress.

Oh! One thing, quit saying your infinite “Sorries”,
Stop expressing REMORSE over the same mistake, coz that’s utterly ABSURD.
A POISON to my ears.

I reject people
and I have the will to do it again.
but it’s not on me,
IT’S ON YOU!
Your tower of FRIVOLITY &
BELOW SEA LEVEL REASONING.

Silver Coated Steel

The weight of a crown
Is so heavy-for me
Each step, is a walk in a mud,
I am going a little far…
not really moving forward, i think.
And that Feeling of exsisting just a little less,
sucks the energy, I am dead, still restless.

No crown meant I had prevailed.
For it’s steel and not gold…
It’s fake…
Victory is flawed.
So am I…

The stones in this crown.
It has plenty… but not necessarily many…
I have done things so good.
But not enough to be seen… not the Best,
neither better…

The crown is such a WEIGHT
Can’t get up myself with it…..
Never I was right…
I freakin’ believed myself
I had won…
I freakin’ thought I was regaining
The vibe, the energy, MYSELF…
just knew, I cannot.
I cannot refract reality
I cannot bend the truth.

title- NONE
reason for posting- NONE
emotion- NONE
life status- a little LESS….. read it if you want!
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When hell is home
Yet night still cold
I am alive, I am numb,
and I am dead, too.
how to end this game?
It keeps going like
I am being played
With a foolish mechanics
Of life……
A life that seems lifeless…
‘guess dying is a gift
‘guess, cutting an artery
will hurt less-not so long,
no so excruciating ,
‘guess it will make me feel
a little more.
just like I am still living…..
as if I really lived.

Every year brings with it a new set of challenges, more obstacles, and difficulties. We occasionally tremble on our way, which causes us to trip and fall. I just wrote something to serve as a reminder that despite the challenges we face, we should not let them deter us from succeeding. KUDDOS Y’ALL.

THY HEART AIN’T GLASS
So it shan’t BREAK
It might swell
OR shrink, and
it bleeds
when it hurts
YET, FEEL THE PAIN
SOAK WITH IT
For THY HEART shan’t drown
LET IT IN
to consume you, coz
when its full
SHOULD THY EYES BURST
like the sky when it pours

THY HEART AIN’T GLASS
It won’t crack
It repairs on its own
It heals,
and it scars,
as you’re made of flesh.
And though thy heart
might be feeling so down
Should you rise
When you fell.
Oh! Fret not the scars,
it stays, yet it fades.