Velvet sky in the horizon
Stars shining with all their might
The breeze ushers in the dawn
Memories a bright….
Everyday, once, lathed in your brilliance
Only you could say nothing yet mean thousand things without blinking
You stood there with all your grace
Erupting in smiles as I drew near
the little curls of hair kissing your cheek
A smile that could even make an angel shiver with glee
Make her awe in the brilliance of one amazing sight
Those eyes of a just born, innocence to the core
The frequency of the noise of your giggle touched me
Deeper still it went, made a niche in my soul.
The way you walked made me fumble for words
God! that’s the way the fountain of beauty flows.
The touch of your skin so smooth
Nothing defines its rich texture
You taste like fresh honey, a hundred mint leaves in a cup of tea
When it is bright and sunny
You were the aftermath of a divine mistake
Aphrodite wanted rebirth, you were born instead.
Time has no worth, for you are eternal
To guard and fight for you, I shall.
My mind is in overdrive, pulses racing,
Invincible yet powerless, I feel,
When you lay your eyes upon me,
But for you, alas I am only,
A prisoner of war, A refugee!
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Asphixiation
This pain seems blissful, I am being smothered but there is a sense of completeness.
A momentous fulfillment of my immediate gold to punish myself. Have I really found myself? Or am I just drifting away?
This interrogation has tormented me all throughout and would continue to cradle me in its arms. It would take a part of me. Confuse, consume and constrict me. I wanna see my face staring back at me with all those scars and the blood dripping all over me. I want to hurt myself and test the limits of how far my rational and physical being can swallow.
Everyday is War. The ground smells of dried blood and guts of the previous day’s massacre. The drumbeats are in the background as the ground trembles underneath my feet as I enter the battlefield. Flesh and wounds all over. Would the Gods hear me out as I crave for the will to stand upright and fight? Or would I be left alone with only my dignity and hope to pull me through?
Everytime I look up to the sky I see no Sun. The clouds seem like a gargantuan blemish on the velvety blue sky. The tormentors are upon me with their feisty swords and cancerous daggers. I fend with all my might, in the process making them bite the dust. But the battle rages on. Infinity has no bounds. Everyday I rise to face a new battle with new tormentors. Most of them engraved into my mind in the orifice of my consciousness.
The mind demons are the worse, forcing you to make believe what isn’t. Do them have a script to which im bound to perform, I’d never know.
But one things for certain things only happen what are destined to happen and nothing can change that. The supreme power up above governs every move, every breath, every step, and a part of it in ingrained in me, all righteousness!
A momentous fulfillment of my immediate gold to punish myself. Have I really found myself? Or am I just drifting away?
This interrogation has tormented me all throughout and would continue to cradle me in its arms. It would take a part of me. Confuse, consume and constrict me. I wanna see my face staring back at me with all those scars and the blood dripping all over me. I want to hurt myself and test the limits of how far my rational and physical being can swallow.
Everyday is War. The ground smells of dried blood and guts of the previous day’s massacre. The drumbeats are in the background as the ground trembles underneath my feet as I enter the battlefield. Flesh and wounds all over. Would the Gods hear me out as I crave for the will to stand upright and fight? Or would I be left alone with only my dignity and hope to pull me through?
Everytime I look up to the sky I see no Sun. The clouds seem like a gargantuan blemish on the velvety blue sky. The tormentors are upon me with their feisty swords and cancerous daggers. I fend with all my might, in the process making them bite the dust. But the battle rages on. Infinity has no bounds. Everyday I rise to face a new battle with new tormentors. Most of them engraved into my mind in the orifice of my consciousness.
The mind demons are the worse, forcing you to make believe what isn’t. Do them have a script to which im bound to perform, I’d never know.
But one things for certain things only happen what are destined to happen and nothing can change that. The supreme power up above governs every move, every breath, every step, and a part of it in ingrained in me, all righteousness!
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