Posts

Searing flame

Mere words are never enough, All you offer are mere words, Hanging in the air As empty as the space around me, Where are you now?  You’re not here. And no, you are not ready, Not ready,  For all I can offer, For all I am, For all my intensity, Burning... Always burning bright, Here to cauterize the deepest wounds, But you’re not ready, To let me heal you, us Because it’s painful for you, Not just you, b ut me too And yes, my pain will always be invisible, For your peace will always take precedence, Hold on tight, if you don’t want to lose me, Because mere words can’t hold a flame, So hold me tight,  Because I scare easy And I’m close to burning away Like always Even if it hurts me more than it hurts you, I’m not a saint,  But I’m a searing, bright flame
Post a Comment
Read more

Some peace

Is it bad to find peace in melancholy? A touch of nihilism,  That broken back, those weak knees, Some closeted masochism, Culminating in cheap wine, The kind that leaves you heady Most nights,  I stay up breathing Eyes wide open Dreaming, Taking pleasure in my pain. Is it bad… to find peace In myself? ... - In collaboration with  Archita, wandering reader
Post a Comment
Read more

Not my dream

A new day tomorrow, you say? A fresh start — forget all that's been? All, no less? For what though?  When it may end the same, Or worse! All assumptive, none a definite course, Here, or there.  Changes irrevocable, unfathomable, A fine day tomorrow — fine indeed,  A delusion, not a dream, Not my dream.
Post a Comment
Read more

Caught in Limbo

Are you drifting — Between what was,  And where you're headed? Are you fighting, To stay on one thought, Before the next rushes in? Are you trying, Too hard to let go, And stay in the present? Are you spiralling, From blow after blow, Silent, but overwhelmed? Are you peeping  Through the hole, To see how this ends? Are you, are you feeling, Like you're caught in limbo, No anchor, unaware of your strength?
Post a Comment
Read more

Ifs and Buts

Image
Post a Comment
Read more

But it's hard to let go

How far in must you be, To see the door  the narrow corridor leads to, Is but an illusion, A ruse to rope you in... So far in,  You can't find your way, Can't turn back, can't walk ahead, The long corridor leads  to a door far beyond reach. If you get too close, The door shall spiral into nothingness, leaving you longing, all by yourself, Your misery, your only companion, In that corridor—dark, dreary, abandoned So, turn back, Don't look for love Where it doesn't exist, Turnaround and walk away Before it's too late...
Post a Comment
Read more

Conditionality

If you must, hurt me now so I stay away, Bring out your worst, don't spare me the pain, Let your dark side find me alone, Let your vice shadow over all I adore, For only then it is that I can begin to fix, All that you feel is wrong... If you must, free the beast, so I can slay it's core, Bring out your worst, don't hold back now, Show me all you're capable of, So I can prove to you, and to the world, You're all but the beast you think you are, You're home to me, this is where you belong.
Post a Comment
Read more