Is there something you’re waiting for?Perhaps a certain dawn,That would be brighter than before?Is there something you ignore?The soiled soul that you hideThat you pushed away deep insideBut they thrive in the darkness,The shadows that you avoidToo afraid to step close,Lest you’re dragged in againLest you fall down the same dark wellAnd begin to feel … Continue reading Penumbra.
As the air hangs heavy with the burden of death And the strings slip out of our hands Once mighty, colossal egos, Now slowly turning to sand. Illusions of majesty lie shattered and strewn Mirroring our mortal reality Reminding us, each moment Of our effortless disposability. Neither the Royal nor the beggar Is forever here … Continue reading The tables have turned
There might come a day,When the skies bleed grayWhen the sun is too tired to shine.. The birds won’t sing,The wind goes still, It'll be the last ever spring.. In that dank moment,What will you do?Will you stay or turn away?Will you share your inner light? Or in those despairing days,Devoid of the sun’s warm … Continue reading Will you?
Long lost lanesLined with remainsOf all that could have been Carcasses of dreamsRotting in putrid streamsVeiled by porcelain smiles Fragile, so fragileHave we been madeEaten from withinBy maggots of hate Maybe, just maybeIf we tried to wake upWe would see what could have been Maybe, just maybeFree from this loathing,We'll weave what should have been. … Continue reading What could have been..
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Tell me more about the world, That you hold within your eyes.. An entire cosmos, of pulsating brilliance. Tell me about your vast darkness, And the stars that radiate it.. Tell me about how they collapse.. And the strengths that conceive them.. I see them waltz in your eyes.. So much mystery in their expanse.. … Continue reading Tell me more.
Such a flawed concept is loneliness. How can one be alone, when the existence of reality itself is a duality? Dark and light, night and day, always hand in hand. If you are alone, then to whom does that voice belong? The one that speaks to you from within.. The voice of reason, the voice … Continue reading Two of you.
In this labyrinth of dreams,But a moment stands between now and hereafter.Every breath, a vortexWhat reality is real? In the blackness of these cavernsCan I choose where the light comes in? Am I a mere marionette,Or am I the divinity that commands? Is this one big world,Or an anthology of moments,Within each, a lifetime. Maybe … Continue reading Parallel Infinitum.
Walking down that worn out street, ‘Twas a burning summer afternoon. So crowded the lane, filled with joy and pain, Faces I’ll never see again. There in the distance, a giant old tree, Her branches fighting the blistering heat. Lonely as she could be, stood there patiently, Although that battered street was her home, It … Continue reading Solitary.
Life isn't all black and white. We don't live life in the extreme corners of darkness and light. We visit these areas from time to time during the span of our lives but the truth is that most of our life is spent in the gray. I say this because of the realization that events … Continue reading All that is.