Everyday, it’s just another story Tattooing in my heart… Words conceals,there’s no more glory I cant see through the dark… Everytime, I feel your soul around me But I can’t see where you are… Your last words speaks to me always echoing in my heart… When you said, goodbye… I felt your love deep inside !!! I feel for you, ...
Once in the dry season I wrote in large letters across two pages of a note book"the innocence endswhen one is stripped of the delusion that one likes one’s self"realizing the mistaken sweetnessof self respect when that string breaks and all amulets , familiarfalls with a shattering sound To wake up in the middle of the night and to count ...
I stabbed him 9 times and he didn't notice. I think I could do it again but I threw my knife away. There were 9 hymns, I remember. The chorus rings in my ears, and my head can’t let them go. 9 times it was, that he died. But like Pinocchio, he walks and talks. If I were a ...
If a secret hadA consciousCould it survivefor long?If conscious hada secretcan it keep itfor long ?PS: Is it really two questions?
We shall have beds full of subtle odors Couches as deep as tombs And strange flowers upon shelves Exerting their last warmth at will. Our two hearts shall beam, two large torches Reflect their double lights These twin mirrors inside our minds Glowing softly and then the embers Will fade into darkness within the flame Wailing [...]
This is the story of Bonnie & Clyde They who shaked the world with pride Written in gold in the history book They’re born again and back for good Bonnie, this girl is a mystery She’ll sure re-write the history Clyde I am, with a gun in my hand The vanishing one’s in the dusty sand It’s day light or ...
for darkness to fade for for the wind to cease and for the ocean to rest for pain to ease for anger to recede and for frustration to obliterate for my fears to subside for hatred to recess and for anxiety to wilt for the sun to rise and for spring to blossom! for my breath to return for my sight to brighten, for my strength to grow I wait!
My students Often confuse The difference between The house and home They say they have Television in their home I teach them that Something that has A roof over your head And walls around you And TV in front Can be a house But Home is not house Home can be anything With roof or [...]
The confusion in their eyes when I am what I am, Turns me against the world and me. As I cower in a corner of myself, And as you tell me about love, I wish I were anything but me. The one who knows how to hurt and be hurt, The one who is strong, the one who cries, ...
We're not friendsI sayWe're not ever going to be.I swearWe're not ever going to be.I wish we wereI wanted us to beBut it seemsSome things don't happenBut for the next girlCan I just sayI hopeIts what you wantI'll pretendThat I understoodAnd laughSomedayBut insideWhere feelings are feltI neverWill.Understand you.
In a quiet place white walls won’t speak any louder than quiet demeanor; rude-prude indifference to converse - disjointed response; a nervous system unlearning how to walk straight, descending, shaking legs, unsteady knees, needing a sense of equillibrium; self-imposed insomnia does this. Watching a sunrise over an empty train station dislodging its too soon passengers at the corridor, as clouds ...
(This I wrote a long time ago during my time at the University of Sydney. And when I found it today and re-read it, it reminded me of two amazing women who taught me what a feminist truly was. I had never applied the label to myself before that (Although I believed in equal rights). In the time I knew ...
When the sun, it leaves the sky Blind eyes comes cruel And the darkness wears its pride defining all the rules We have to live this paralyse Till it crusify us all can somebody hold me tight Im slipping through the hole Come to me For I cant see anymore They all will leave when you’re stone cold Time ...
Burn slowWith the helpof a single matchBe set alightFly upAmong the starsBrighter evenAn explosion of colourBurn brightBurn large and warmHear gasps of wonderFar down belowThe light fadesBegin the fallHit the earthSpark by sparkExtraordinaryBeautifulShort livedMake it count
My eyes are closed, I cant see through the dark My soul holds me, and I cant get enough… hold on ! I run around the fields, I traveled oh so far and It takes me all the way, to the destined place..hang on ! Where would you go, if you have no place to run??? ohhh I cant have ...
They rose from amongst the yellowing leaves And the fallen twigs of yesterday’s showers They fed on despoiled flower petals That lay weeping on the muddied ground. They borrowed the gold from the specks of dust That float about in the evening sun rays Lightning gave them life and wind Gave them flight to set [...]
I’m sitting on the bench Listening to the whispers of the cold wind Carrying all my scattered dreams away, I’m looking at the starts Thousand miles away, shining brightly like my life, Used to be; now Fading and disappearing, like … Continue reading →
I was like you….I had a home with light and love all along Laughter and smiles…once I owned Now there’s dust in the dark Days going by…the silence cries Memories Fading in the past Broken home..I was lost long ago Now I stand there in the storm So here I am,like a faded flower Dont judge me for my ...
The concept of Loneliness is Vague. Loneliness is a human heritage. We cant escape this reality no matter how hard we want it to be eliminated. I have experienced different aspects/forms of loneliness. And I thought of making others aware of the misconceptions of Loneliness and hope this would help the people who are going through this to get over ...
I've got you under my skin - or perhaps you've gotten under mineI'm not sureI'm uncertainBut it itchesSometimes it irritatesYou're under my skinIt's like a tattooA needle piercing my fleshTo leave a markThat doesn't goThat leaves a gleaming reminder of the choice madeI like you under my skin sometimesA lot of the timeWhen it doesn't irritateWhen it doesn't stingThe mark ...