Taste the tobacco off my chapped lips once again
And let me embrace your shattered soul
To fix it with my not so resilient but warm breaths
To melt your skin
And mould you back into the person I loved
Let me kiss the pain
From that broken heart
That drenches your eyes
And drowns your dreams
In those saline tears.
Let me taste the gore
Dripping off the narrow crevices on your skin
That engulfs you in bitterness
For I know,
In it's particles
Love still breathes.
Let us for one last time
Intertwine into each other
To disentangle our own selves.
Shower me with your presence for one last time
So that for this once,
When you depart
You don't take a part of me along.
In summers I sat by fire
With a muffler choking me
And my breaths freezing.
I took solace around the snow
Lying naked on the white sheet
Barely concealing the chapped skin.
In autumn I held tight to the loose branches
And the colorless world.
I let go of life
To lie crumpled, like a leaf
While everyone bloomed.
I sat in a corner
In utter darkness
And when it was day
With my eyes closed
I searched everywhere for the light
The faint ray of hope
I loved you when I couldn't even get myself together
When I couldn't even love
And hated you when I was all in love with you.
I wish you understood
I wish you realised
I wish you mended
This unbroken so...
The best and most beautiful things
in the world cannot be seen or
they must be felt with the heart...
May we never miss
a dream to fight for,
a project to be done,
something to learn, a place
to go and someone to love...
I was an itinerant
Wandering on the path of heartbreak,
And when I was lost,
My footsteps leading the wrong way,
I knew you were still there.
Like the pole star,
Up in the horizon that was devoid of life, or colors
Guiding me with your love.
Turning the storms inside me,
Into a placid ocean of memories
Drenching the ocean with saline tears,
Like a metronome.
Taking away the tedium
Moving across the sky looking balletic
Overshadowing the beauty of the moon,
As you light up the night sky, now too seraphic.
I quivered slightly in the melancholy,
With a tremulous voice
I scalded in your existence, yet again.
You saddened me with your stolidity,
And yet spangled my soul.
I squinted a...
I am not myself anymore;
so many emotions that
I am not able to feel
not even a little,.
I don’t have
a vision, not a future.
In the deepest monstrosity,
through the merciless wheeled of time
I found myself alone,
without words, without light,
without that soft and warm ray of light.
Divine light, that came from the sky,
a gift from the universe itself.
But my only hope and salvation has became my punishment.
Real love is all I want,
but day by day
I’m loosing it,
I’m loosing my only weapon that I can use
to I can fight to stay alive.
Destruction is falling on front of me.
Fire and completely chaos
has became my home.
An endless suffering,
anxiety, just gained a big part o...
After your departure,
You're somewhere stuck in the labyrinth
Of our cheerful memories
Cherished every night with a cup of coffee,
Before the dawn exploits their volatility
And vaporises them.
Your existence holds me captive
And I caress the memories,
The pain that makes me gasps for air
Is transited to words
Words, woven into sentences.
And these entwined alphabets strike hearts
You're lost in a world unknown
Immeasurable distance apart.
The world you're lost in, is there no sorrow of broken loneliness?
Or the quietness
Of a silent torment.
For you're more than just poetry,
And way beautiful than art.
Each tear that drenches the chapped skin
Of my cheeks every night
Wishes to ...
In pain I found love,
And in love I found pain.
What a vicious circle life is, my dear friend!
For in remembrance I found solace,
Solace for eternity,
And when I walked on the path of time,
Eternity was intertwined with infinity,
Amidst these tangled strings I found you again,
And I couldn't help but fall for you,
Over and over again
After all this time.
After all these seasons have gone by.
For my love is autumnal,
And you're the summer warmth.
You might not be there in my vision whenI breathe my last,
And I don't want to bid adieu to this world without being held captive by your eyes.
What if depart without your presence around me?
This is the thought that scares me,
For my heart knows no tunes apart from your mellifluous voice's melody,
Free me of this fear, my dear love.
For this aching heart wants a last memory rather than a fear during the final asphyxiation from the air of regrets.
"You'll quit smoking, I know."
"I don't know if I'll be able to." I replied.
"Oh, I know!" She replied, too adamant.
"How do you put so much of faith in someone who doesn't trust his own self?"
"That's the power of faith, my friend." She hit back.
"I've seen the powerful without power, the rich without bread and the broken without love. And that's life, my dear friend. Wrinkled faces smiling and teenage hearts aching."
"You write so beautiful. All that time you spend in smoking and drinking, why don't you spend it in writing?", came the question.
"That spirit is a magic potion that let's out the supressed words. A river of painful words from plethora of mistakes."
The sombre sky of this languid evening was very much different today, perhaps because I didn't have to ache my neck and crane it upwards to look at it but instead, I just had to gaze down to see the clouds floating like damp cotton balls, as if they seized some pain inside them, collecting miseries of souls above whom they hovered. 35,000 feet above the ground , high above; amidst these clouds of sorrows, I stared out of the tiny window into oblivion to see the horizon painted in different shades of soothing fire of passion. Of compassionate love. Of shades of red, orange and yellow.
A flock of birds flew by as if to peck the floating yet stagnant clouds to mould them into messages for a lo...
Travelling gives me happiness,
It is the different cultures that I love to witness.
I am here at Indonesia,
My feelings want to ooze out but I feel I'm under some strange anesthesia.
Its not because I'm at a new place,
But the fact that it was my husband that flew me over the airspace.
It was the best flight of my life,
I'm sure my husband felt the same, flying his wife.
Its just the beginning, waiting for many more to to come,
Being the pilot wife and getting all the extra attention is so much fun.
Wishing you all the success, may you keep flying high,
Looking forward to spending lesser time at home and more above the sky.
Love you Garry❤️
I looked at her, even though the room was unilluminated. In the pitch blackness that followed, I could still make out her body's lining. She still had the luminosity that could put even the sun and all the other stars to shame. She had an aura and a bright light of herself. Her eyes still had that gleam, they still glowed, they still borrowed breaths from her aging lungs even though they spoke of infancy. She still had the capability of captivating my heart. She still could bring time to a standstill, hamper with it and warp it in a way that made me stagnant, froze all the moments and memories and also astounded me. They said I was broken and indeed I was broken as a whole. It wasn't just my ...
When asked about
The meaning of life
My mind flashes
With continuous illustrations
Mayfly finding its mate
Sea turtles first taste of ocean
A mother holding her baby
The first glimpse
Of the universe
A man taking his last breath
In the reflection of a mountain
I do not have an answer
I'd like to say
Is unique to us all
But I'm still searching
Afterlife through words and memories is the afterlife we believe in, fortunately or unfortunately.
I fell in love with the air for once, the same air that suffocated me, the same air I choked on at times.
And in the instant I realised I'd fallen in love with it, a bird too beatific from across the splendiferous horizon, from the expanses of the aesthetically pleasing skies and from the clouds that were painted in all the colors from the infinite spectrum, the clouds that rained emotions and thoughts; it came flying with letter glued to it's claws ferociously.
A letter that read:
"Been waiting for you since the day we united. And now that you're here, let me confess it to you. I love you from this hollowness in which your heartbeats resonate and talk to me."
The sender was someone I recog...
The confusion of intensity of life and the ferocious volatility of time often is followed by scrutinizing pain, eventually revealing the ludicrousness of life.
The complexity of the sinosuidal waves of time and life, as the two overlap each other with perpetuity has an unrecognisable familiarity with the waves of the sea that are comprised of saline drops, much like the composition of tears which are not just often, but rather always filled with unexpressed and crypt emotions. The stark contrast to the calm sea which even in stagnation can cause tsunamis to submerge a hideous soul in itself with the tiniest speck of a collision, unseen, unfelt by anyone taking place miles beneath the calm wav...
Separated by a void, the deepest and most sense one, that comprised of plain hollowness, miles apart; a body was devoid of breaths. The salient loneliness accompanied the darkness into a strange whirlpool of fate and circumstances that not just drenched, but drowned in it, the helpless bodies that were breathing the most toxic life of all, already dead from inside.
The dark waters I once loathed in, resenting them all this while though, now look aesthetically pleasing somehow. I suffocate and choke with every endless breath I inhale, one that seems to last till eternity. The mere contemplation of oblivion dawning upon me one fine day doesn't flurry me at all now, as it did once when your ga...