Unpoured

  HOW do you keep bonds that remain true? When we only see strangers, forgetting that we were once familiars. Forgetting the plans to never leave but now one’s sight is out of mind. Yeah memories are forever but they eventually fade, leaving just a spectrum of what it was in each person’s version. And the more we try to hold on, the more it changes shape. How do we keep true remains of them bonds? HOW do you keep attention that remains true? When focus is on the hour, forgetting that it was once ‘minutes’ ago. Time becomes a thief in the night, stealing moments we thought we knew, Leaving us with just echoes of what we once held in view. How do we stay present when life moves so fast? HOW do we go from here to there, forgetting that there was never a ‘t’ in the here. How do you keep the path lit when the road ahead’s unclear? We map out our journey with steps unsure, And hope that the pieces of our hearts remain pure. How do we find our way when the signs disappear? I am sure yo...

  I stand here, cornered by red, A fire I painted with the tiny bits of desire. I know this treachery, it burns me still, Foolish but I’d desire that burning flame. The brush drips, it laughs at me, A reminder of strokes I shouldn’t crave. Oh.. up.. and down… this tingle it leaves, Foolish but I crave breathlessly not to escape. I smile wickedly, though trapped, Because this heat is a lover’s cage of death. No door, no path, no silence, no gasps, Only red whispers calling me deeper. So let me live in this burning corner, Let me drip until there’s nothing left to cum, This wall of passion be my prison, And my pleasure is the lock, I dare to savor.

The most painful thing about rejection Is the fact that you were never the desirable. Never even ‘in consideration’ in mind. And oh, don’t get me wrong. You definitely were ‘all that’ But you were ‘all that’ to the wrong person or in the wrong circumstances. The thought that expressed their ‘never’ In your world of willful hope or is it wistful wish? At first, a daze of unparalleled lines, Blurry reality the mind wants unminded Aishh.. should this heart still long? But never could become ever. Or will the shattered longing be heart’s full? It hurts more when your heart’s all in, Holding on to that wasps line of hope, Afraid of the dangle yet willful to tangle. Was it that you were never the desirable? This rejection of before, on and after never In this tug for the crown with the ‘desired’ You were just never desirably desired! Never is hope’s fear to be touched The desired becoming wrongly hoped An unclaimable right that worked never, Just never yours its throb to grasp Rightly wateri...

Never unnoticed, always noticed, Like never missing a needle in a haystack. The eyes turning in them hundreds, Ogling at me disgruntled.

  1,2,3… 4,5,6… 7,8,9,10… You can say it again.

  How would i know it’s time? Do i get to choose what date it comes? Or perhaps the year you’d prefer? Or tell it to come at a particular hour? Can i?

  The pain of losing a loved one I can share in your pain. But it will only last for a minute Oh, This Pain hits differently Differently when it becomes blood.

  Time heals, Healing not of the thought But of the sting it brings to heart. A stale sting.

A lot makes people lost. Lost in blank thoughts, Like breathing with no air. An inception of entropy, Just like living without self.

Depression is not sadness But it Is the first phase of madness. When the mind is in disturbia, It yearns crazily for darkness. In its obscure state, Light tends to become its torture.

  Sometimes, I wonder if the mind ever gets a break. If for a second, it pauses to take a breath of calmness. It moves from wonder to knowledge, from solitude to amusing memories, even to replay and alter. It even extends its reach to make the heart pound in fluttering excitement or agonizing eagerness! Oh this mind! Can you be still?! Sometimes, I wonder if the mind ever gets a break, what would happen in that split second? Would there still be colors in the darkness of lone memories? Would the wonder ever get to become insight? Yes, a replay but of what? Hmm.. ‘What’. Would the heart still pound? Imagine loosing a heart pound for a second.. definitely agonizing!! Oh this mind! Don’t be still

If only, i had a magic wand, I'd let it waver me into your space, To know how it feels, To be surrounded by your aura.

Feeling lost?  The deep sense of pure lone.  As though you're in life's transit,  Asking when you ever were. 

I feel lost, Like a dot in black holes. Far far away, I hear no more my home. Praying that someday, One day will come.

They say they need,  They say they dont, The screams in my head,  They shout lullabies.

A bullet through Piercing through My heart, The traitor I now hate A reminder of foolishness.  How? Why? Foolish Girl! 

Zero becomes 1 The mind never stops Deafening to 'run' For that fruitless desire.

Sometimes I just want to cry at nothing Most times I just want the world to fade away Other times I just want to be And these comes when I realise how lonely I am Sometimes it makes me think if I'm not created Most times, it makes me think I'm not meant to have what others have Other times it makes me feel I will never have And these comes because I'm lonely Sometimes I feel I'm not there Most times I feel insignificant Other times I feel like an empty bottle in an ocean Blindly following the toss of the waves Sometimes I feel I need therapy But where I come from it doesn't exist except psychiatric I think I'm okay writing to myself These actually is my therapy

Actions can break one.  Words can go deep - to cut or to heal. Sometimes, a cut should be appreciated as it becomes a wake up call. We know how much we're valued by the mere words people say.

I see running feets, Of hearts troubled like hurricane, For fear, flowing with red sweats. The hunters are hunting. I see disarrayed minds Like broken glass, it can never heal, No wonder, hate is an option. Yeah.. The hate you give I see, not, running feets, This time, walking in slippery floors, Leaving it behind clean and dry, No hunters... No hate. I see faces I see my own face With a familiar voice saying 'Stop been your own hunter. Stop been your own hate.' Change and Peace starts with every individual. Not the mass!