Losing my insights, Enchanted by your embrace, Hasty time stands still! Absorbed twinklings of desire, Freeing me of consciousness.
What Do You Want?
Asking me to stay and then pushing me away, What do you want? You say that you love me and then you cry about space, What do you want? Wanting me to touch you and then blaming me for overwhelming your heart, What do you want? Begging me for intimacy and then charging me with paternalism, What do you want? Better make up your mind as I no more can these charades endure, What do you want?
From Fable To Feeble
Once upon a time there was a girl, Who believed in the transcendental power of love. Counting upon the million mystical galaxies every night, Fanciful fantasies of yearning she wove. Presuming the world to be her safe haven, She embraced and hailed all women and men. Selflessly loving all with a heart so pure, She was in its true sense a fervent Zen. Expecting reciprocation of her feelings, She looked upon every single one with equal fairness. With a soul so beautifully sanctimonious, She was an unmistakable epitome of sunny brightness. Spreading jubilation and laughter everywhere she yode, Her "happy ever after" she did foresee. Consigning to oblivion, unsighted, She forgot, this is all just a figment of her imaginary. This world is no dewy-eyed fairy-tale, And she was not some Cinderella, not even an enchantress. The human race is not what she thinks to be, It is but a congregation of dejection, resentment and bitterness. Melancholy, with a feeble heart she now survives, Baring her beaten soul for everyone to see, Waking up to the brusque reality of life, That girl is you, that girl is me!
My Madness Rules!
The madness in me, Supercedes your sanity, Ah, hyped charades! Carefree of worldly paroxysms, I love being in my skin.
Will You Catch Me When I Fall?
Will you catch me when I fall? Or would you turn your back on and stall? Will you catch me when I fall? Saving me from sub-astral calamities, Will you stand by me in all adversities? Or would you turn your back on and stall? When the world mocks and stares at my misfortunes, Will you take my hands and guide me through this malady? Will you stand by me in all adversities? Saving me from displease that creeps from within, Will you embrace and cradle my broken hopes? Will you take my hands and guide me through this malady? When I stumble and collapse in the battle called life, Will you lift me up and help me soar yet again? Will you embrace and cradle my broken hopes? Will you be my "knight in shining armour" shadowing all my imprudent vulnerabilities? Will you catch me when I fall? Will you lift me up and help me soar yet again? Will you catch me when I fall?
I’m My Umbrella
Sheltering my heart, From malicious rabblement, I'm my umbrella! Defending solemnity, I self sustain my fancies.
I Am An Apostrophe!
Free Yet Succumbs – If I Were You!
If I were you If I was free Free from materialistic pain Free of ungodly problems Problems of unsought love Problems of a redundant life Life hurts Life is demanding Demanding narcissistic relations Demanding ego-maniacal you You so selfish You so cold hearted Cold hearted grievous affair Cold hearted counterfeit alliance Alliance is unreal Alliance is fake Fake is everything Fake is your fond touch Touch me not Touch not my soul Soul breaks Soul craves Craves for some relevance Craves for some substance Substance lacks Substance misses Misses the way of life Misses the spark Spark weakens Spark is eventually dead Dead fancies Dead is my self-assurance Self-assurance cries for help Self-assurance no one cares to unchain Unchain my desires Unchain my dreams Dreams crash Dreams fizzle Fizzle and burn Fizzle and reduce to ashes Ashes are meaningless Ashes are lost Lost in this world Lost of any hope Hope slowly diminishes Hope eventually succumbs Succumbs to your comatose assumption Succumbs to your mindless judgement Assumption.. Judgement..
Story Of A Heartbreak
Dejected and blue, With fragmentized dignity, She barely exists!
Imperfectly Perfect!
As my imperfections balance your temporal disappointments, Our shortcomings become our strength, Together, you and me, imperfectly perfect. Fighting life's mortal agony with all our might, We disavow to give up this prejudiced fight, As my imperfections balance your temporal disappointments. Rising above our enduring abnormalities, Blending our despicable blemishes with diligence, Our shortcomings become our strength. Traversing all the high and lows, Soaring up against all mundane odds, Together, you and me, imperfectly perfect!