Two in one

those fingers serenade my being
every touch leaves a memory

with eyes that pierce my soul
he enters my mind with a silence, only i can hear

his skin reminds me of earth
dark, natural, sustaining

as he moved towards me
the earth bowed

as he came closer
closer i went to him

until an embrace found us
and our lips hugged

the world became a myth
life, mine alone

as we continued, lost
we found what we lacked.

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CANVAST

abrupt eruption of emotions
painted by a handicapped mind
on a canvas previously used
and well.

With strokes of time
masking the seemingly erased,
the brush overdoes
the painting act

so painted was I,
I couldn't catch my own glimpse
so tainted was I,
I camouflaged with the criticism

But a new passion was regained
like a new leaf
somewhat touched. somewhat pure.
I was stuck.

Stuck to redraw. Restart.

the brush picked me
fate became my painter
all negativity stood still
as belief poured all over me

now no grey shall intercept my colours...

Time is a myth. Every time.

The death is a man-made device.
Yet, out of control.

To this, the lord bears witness.
Ask him, and he shall tell, he never wanted the weak, the poor, the innocent, the unborn.

But the man inside us,
Does not stop.

It keeps killing.Beginning with self.
To an endless journey of brutal murders of,
Emotions, feelings, people and else.

With no formal decree issued against it.
Its sole saviour - conscience.
Also lays efficiently abandoned in the desert of life.

Sucked of love, searching death.
And then the soul dies.

But the man inside us lives on.
Unperturbed. Undisturbed. Unwanted.

BroKen

Moments of truth get all the advantage when you are ready for acceptance

The low feeling in the pit of the stomach graduates to the heart

Where it resides in peace, while beating you to pieces

Your heart cups them, and your mind thanks this surprising substitute.

The limbs never existed, the soul skidded through the tight-bound alleys of the mind

What remains is you.

Alone. Away. Atoned.

With no heart to skip logic and no brain to skip a beat,

You decide to move on.

Rise from the living dead.

For a new-found existence. For a lesser deep meaning.

The past is now stuck in the ice as the warmth of newness consumes you.

And you prepare yourself for another death. For another time.

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The Thought Karaoke: Heard Without

The sun makes up for the hours lost

The rhythm lies naked and bleeds a chance

The minutes are ruffled like the strokes of moonshine

Time is everywhere. Flying

The ashes of the current sway in the arms of debris of bygones

This too shall pass.

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Never gOne wiTh The winD

Beware the existence
of a suspending emotion

What might seem lulled
is really lurking under a beat

The heart as its abode
it lives along the ignorance

Once thought buried,
it once again rises to conquer

Conquer the weak will.

You surrender, like you did the first time
the submission brings back a life once lived

The blend of the past
seeks an unclogged vent

Finally coinciding with a pearly ocean.

Memoirs of the future

Time is the mirror

Past the rust

Wash hands in the superficiality of what wouldn't be

Walk away with a cleaner tomorow.

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