thelostone

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You Don't Know Who I Am

I’m too greedy for acceptance,
And that might be the reason,
I seem to transition so easily,
Fit everyone’s lives,
And everyone’s tales,
With facades in my pockets,
And personalities up my sleeves,
And little expressions to little scenes,
That seem to make a big difference…
 
But, to be honest,
It’s kinda involuntary,
The little white lies and,
The little plain smiles…
I’ve learned to be someone to someone,
A special someone to someone,
Just so that I could be someone,
But the problem with my schemes,
Is that while I’m busy being the pieces,
That complete lives,
And hearts and souls,
And make days and years for innocents,
A little better, a little sweeter…
 
I’m ignoring the simple fact,
That I’m handing over to each of them,
A fake me who I claim to be true,
When the real me is, in fact,
Hiding selfishly in the darkest crevices of my heart…
 
And as all of...

metallic figures that ooze moonlight, don't exist in real life

the darkest of the darkest of nights
hide odd beings from our feeble sight 
but footsteps and chalkboard cries
come to betray the pastel black skies

an infinite set of seconds tick past
hallways echoing screams that last 
find me sleeping under the bed
hands dipped in red, hands dipped in red

iron nails dig deep into my skin
creatures drunk on blood and gin
they're numb and they are free
for they don't feel, for they don't feel

and i hope to turn into one of them
and escape the pain of being human
for these metallic figures that ooze moonlight
just don't exist in real life

i don't want to exist in real life.

Reminiscence Of Innocence

Wind whistles through the caves
little waves
chase her little feet
as she skips through the sand
fine grains 
form perfect patterns
of circles, squares and tiny triangles
shimmering under the shining sun
showing of their faults and curves
her big blue eyes
crinkle as she looks into the ocean
and she takes a deep breath
breathing in the scent of the sea
and a smile bursts on her lips
like the firecrackers exploding in her heart
while she fixates her soft palms at the
side of her now open mouth
and she yells out her dreams and her beliefs
her light laughs echoing along with the ocean
and I cry silently
softly
lightly
tears first escaping from both my eyes
as I gaze out at her
begging the ocean and the skies and the sand
to kindle her innocence as they did mine
and make her believe in dreams and hopes and...
and goodness
at least for a while ...

That's Where The Angel Lives

Magnificent ruby red walls
Make up the foundations of her home
And sparkling, shimmering scarlet liquid
Runs through the pipes and wells
That boast a beautiful gradient of blue 
And a fabulous mix of forest green

The house expands and collapses in itself
As if breathing in and out deeply

For it does breathe in and out deeply
And it does support all that it supports
An organism, an earthling, a human being

Which is searching for it's Angel all around it
But forgetting to search right inside

How can such an intellectual creature
Show such foolishness?

Does it not know or understand
That the Angel it's in search for 
Is right within it?

Just One More Time

It’s been months now, 
The walls glower over us, 
Tired of sheltering, 
Tired of protecting,  
Our sullen selves from this virus, 
And so we’ve come to apologize,
For all that we have done to you, 
For the pain we have caused,  
As we ripped you apart,
Leaf by leaf, tree by tree, 
We’re sorry, we truly are, 
And we are screaming apologies, 
Asking you to give us another chance, 
So, give us another chance,
To prove that we’re worthy of you, 
And even though we are thankful,  
for getting time to be with our families, 
And explore unexplored hobbies... 
We are tired now, dear nature,
We are vying to come back to you, 
And rest in your comforting embrace, 
For we have realized your worth, 
For now, we respect you, 
And we’ll protect you,  
We’ll plant trees that’d grow into forests,...

dream catchers stained with hope

dream catchers spun on spindles
made of delicate white laces
and thin threads held tightly
in a web of strings and feathers
plucked out from the purest of doves
made with old trembling hands
hung on the white wall 
that supports a white bed 
and a white monitor that beeps 
with every dull white heart beat
that's emitted from a white me
but i dream in vibrant colours
with vibrant hopes and vibrant dreams
and i hope that the dream catcher
will soon be stained 
for that's the only one thing
that'd keep me alive.

wax and whispers

the candles are lit
wax melts 
drips on the
wooden table top
gentle thuds as they fall
this is where we sit
holding hands
and holding hopes

the cold air
mixes with the warmth
of our souls
it soothes our tired limbs
tired of sitting still
in the tired house
when others suffer
outside

and the soft spark 
of the flames 
light up the words
that spill out of our lips
in hushed tones
whispers
prayers

the wind carries them away
 

just...don't

i'm confused 
and lost in my mind

so

just don't push me 
further inside

just...
don't.





 

I Lost What I Didn't Want, So Why Am I In Pain?

I lost what I didn't want,
So why am I in pain,
Can you tell me why I'm in pain,
Someone tell me why I'm in pain,
I thought that I didn't want,
To feel that way again,
But I want to feel that way again,
Oh, I want to feel that way again,
And my thoughts spiral back to,
The place from where they came,
To the place from where they came,
To the place from where they came,
And I don't want to blame myself,
So tell me whom should I blame,
Oh, who is there to blame,
Tell me whom should I blame,
 And I lost what I didn't want,
So why am I in pain,
Can you tell me why I'm in pain,
Someone tell me why I'm in pain.

like rain

i am falling on the ground
like the rain from up above
unable to keep afloat
so i slowly start to drown
i fall and fall and fall
for i am tightly bound
to the gravity of the earth
and i just can't let go
my tears are equivalent
to the liquid that's me
silent water drops
that fall ever so silently
and any time now
i'll crash with the ground
and clash with mud
and crash on the ground
i'll crash on the ground
and go deep inside
where others like me live
where others like me strive.

the moon and the ocean

the night is black
with shimmering stars
that gently hide
the ocean's scars

the ocean looks up
and at the moon she sees
while she clashes with rage
and the waves she bleeds

the moon gently tugs
the ocean towards
himself and the ocean
starts to float

up and up and up
she goes with grace
and soon enough
she reaches space

and now that her scars 
have come to light
she bends down in shame
to hide the hideous sight

but the moon's light shines
into her soul
and she opens up
and lets go of the cold

she embraces herself
her waves and her streams
and with teary eyes
at the moon she sees

and thanks the moon
for his brilliant light
that had killed the dark
and had lit up the night

she thanks the moon 
and thanks him again
for not anymore
could she not say

for not anymore 
could the ocean refrain.
 

flames

you burst into flames
and i warm my heart 
in the fire that seems to be you
i melt
into a puddle of wax
and you shape me into something
greater than i had ever been
your hands are filled
with clumps of me
i'm surprised
as to how quick i trusted
someone i didn't even know
but now i know you
and there seems to be nothing
i could fear
for now i'm not afraid of the flames
for now the flames hold me together.

art

i had been sitting in the room

waiting patiently for someone

to startle me with something

when you came suddenly

and watched me paint my thoughts out

patiently you stood in the shadows

for hours together and i kept wondering

as to who you are

but then slowly you took

hold of a tiny, little brush

and gently patted the shining white canvas

and that was all i needed

to pick up the brush too

and paint on what you had painted

and you painted on what i had painted

and we painted and painted

until something beautiful was born

and i was beaming with joy

for what was created

was true art.

beautiful

her face lacks sense of symmetry,
an eye twisting to the sky,
while the other bends in shame,

like her pastel lips,
that carry cracks in between,

her ears are large and chipped,
in the ends,
they curve,
ungracefully,

her nose is bloated like her body,
large and red,
and large,
they face the constant stares of disgust,
poor them,
they can't even detach themselves,

from her pale face,
and her pale, pale body,
that looks like rotten milk,
and wrinkles,

her hair a ruffled mess,
of mess,
of mess,
is her hair made up,

and all i can think of,
is how she came to be,

oh god,
how can you,
create a creature so,

beautiful.

the world is red. or are the filters in my eyes?

i saw,

a small child with a blue dress,

walk towards a man,

grubby and smeared with dust,

his beard long and his bald scalp,

glistening under the scorching sun,

sitting in the corner of the street,

begging with limp arms,

a cone of ice-cream clutched into the girl's hand,

she hands it over to the man in hopes,

that he'd return a smile,

i smile,

for maybe the world isn't such a bad place,

maybe the lenses in our eyes are painted red,

and i look back to the man,

to find him gone,

along with the child,

her parents searching for their girl,

with tears rolling down their desperate eyes,

desperate to catch sight of their daughter,

there isn't a problem with our eyes,

or our lenses,

the world is just this way.

Aunt Maisie

I had never liked Aunt Maisie. From her perfect hair to her perfect dimples, she was too perfect to be true and that’s what had bothered me my whole life. I had lived with Aunt Maisie in Creston Hill from when I was an infant. My parents had left me to my Aunt, a story I did not quite believe. But I didn’t question it either, fearing that it may be true.  
 
She was quite peculiar, my Aunt. Ranging from the glossy glint of her eyes to the unusual shine of her skin. She seemed...abnormal, somehow. I had always feared that she had some sort of disease. But she had always denied my assumption with a graceful flick of her hand. “It’s all just part of my beauty,” she’d say and then bop my nose.  

Her perfection always found ways to lurk into my life, and I despised it to great limits. Her jolly attitude never lightened up my...

When The World Died - Chapter Six

A/N : 
Hey! Intense part up ahead! Criticism is always welcome! 
Here's the blurb : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152053/version/296900
Here's Chapter One : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152054/version/296902
Here's Chapter Two : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152209/version/297356
Here's Chapter Three : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152585/version/297900
Here's Chapter Four : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152709/version/298239
Here's Chapter Five : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152804/version/298468

Chapter Six

"So, has everyone already started to search?" I asked, placing my plate in the sink.

"Yeah," Dad replies, doing the same.

"Okay, so where do I need to start searching?" I ask, busy cleaning my plate.

Dad looks at me.

"You're not going," he states.

I turn towards him. I had to go. This was serious and people needed all the help they could get.

"Dad-"

"I said no. It's too dangerous. Be with Day and Nico-"

"But, Dad-"

"I said no," he says and glares at me. I keep my mouth shut. I knew better than to make him angry.

"We're planning to take turns. I'll be back in three hours. You get some sleep and...

I Said I Wouldn't Cry

I said I wouldn't cry,
I couldn't cry,
cause I thought that you'll didn't mean much to me,
but now you'll are slipping past,
my life,
and away from me you all will go,
while I break down on the floor,
and plead for the pain to pass,
but it'll last,
it'll last.

I'm sorry,
my friends,
my companions,
I'm sorry for not wanting you'll,
but you'll are gone,
and I'm alone now,
I guess I'll just die this way.

You all asked me whether I'd cry,
when the time for you'll to go comes,
I said no,
But now I know,
that those were all lies.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for all the hate and the love,
I didn't deserve you all,
and yet you all came,
maybe your leaving,
would be my punishment.

I said I wouldn't cry,
I couldn't cry,
cause I thought that you'll didn't mean much to me,
but now you'll are slipping past, ...

When The World Died - Chapter Five

A/N : 
Hey! Criticism is always welcome!
Here's the blurb : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152053/version/296900
Here's Chapter One : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152054/version/296902
Here's Chapter Two : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152209/version/297356
Here's Chapter Three : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152585/version/297900
Here's Chapter Four : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152709/version/298239

Chapter Five

I got up the next morning to find voices creeping up from below. I urged my sleepy self to get out of bed and get ready. I was not able to sleep last night. Everything that had happened was just- just too much. 

Getting out of the room in jeans and a simple full-sleeved top, I walked down the stairs and reached the bottom to find Nico sitting on one of the couches. His eyes were sullen an his lips were chapped. His hair was a mess and he looked drowsy too. 

My Dad, who was sitting next to him, spoke up,

"Benny hasn't been found."

That simple, expected yet denied statement shook my hopes and bravery. Now, it was real. It was real and...

When The World Died - Chapter Five

A/N : 
Hey! Criticism is always welcome!
Here's the blurb : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152053/version/296900
Here's Chapter One : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152054/version/296902
Here's Chapter Two : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152209/version/297356
Here's Chapter Three : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152585/version/297900
Here's Chapter Four : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152709/version/298239

Chapter Five

I got up the next morning to find voices creeping up from below. I urged my sleepy self to get out of bed and get ready. I was not able to sleep last night. Everything that had happened was just- just too much. 

Getting out of the room in jeans and a simple full-sleeved top, I walked down the stairs and reached the bottom to find Nico sitting on one of the couches. His eyes were sullen an his lips were chapped. His hair was a mess and he looked drowsy too. 

My Dad, who was sitting next to him, spoke up,

"Benny hasn't been found."

That simple, expected yet denied statement shook my hopes and bravery. Now, it was real. It was real and...

Inconsistent Life

Getting beaten up,
again and again,
I'm rotting in the living hell,
where hope is given,
and then snatched away,
such a cruel act,
such a barbaric way,
to torment us mortals,
the Universe gives us joy,
only to remind us of it,
when we are in despair,
oh, Ultimate Power,
why do you do such things?
why give us happiness,
only to give us despair?
why give us such hope?
don't you not care,
about our lifetime?
the painful transition,
between the happy times,
and the sorrow filled ones,
we don't want to live that again,
we'll make peace with pain,
we'll make peace with pain,
but please, oh, Universe,
don't give us hope again,
for we will wither,
and wither away,
hope will kill,
don't give us hope again,
and please, oh, Universe,
don't give us hope again.







 

When The World Died - Chapter Four

A/N : 
Hey! Criticism is always welcome!
Here's the blurb : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152053/version/296900
Here's Chapter One : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152054/version/296902
Here's Chapter Two : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152209/version/297356
Here's Chapter Three : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152585/version/297900

Chapter Four

"OH SHIT!" 

I yelled and jumped up. Nico was standing up too, his face white and his hands trembling. The dark figure from behind the truck slowly advanced towards us. I stepped back in horror and so did Nico. I couldn't speak. My heart was beating against my ribs and the pulse seemed to shatter my bravery. 

"Ahh, Nightie?" the figure spoke up. And then, just as soon as I had tensed, I relaxed.

"Eloise? What are you doing here?" I asked and went towards her shadowy figure. 

"Well, that's on me," another voice emerged out from the shadows. It was much more deeper, indicating that it was a boy.

Finally standing in front of the streetlight, I could see that Walter, a boy from my grade, supporting Eloise's drunk body....

When The World Died - Chapter Three

A/N:

Hey! Hope you guys like this chapter! Also, criticism would immensely help me. So, feel free to criticize!
Here's the blurb : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152053/version/296900
Here's Chapter One : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152054/version/296902
Here's Chapter Two : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152209/version/297356


Chapter Three

I rang the bell and it sounded far inside the house. I waited patiently beside Nico who was busy studying my porch. Well, my porch was a bit weird. In fact, it wasn't much of a porch. It was more of a veranda. Aloe Vera pots surrounded the lining of the veranda along with hanging pots and fairy lights. We were a weird family. But I liked how we used to be. Happy. Contended. 

My mom's face appeared in my mind before getting instantly thrown out when Dad opened the door. 
"Night, I was so worried. You didn't-" he stopped when he noticed Nico. Confusion was plastered on his face. I immediately spoke up,

"Dad, this is Nico...Benny's grandson."

Dad's expression ranged from the...

does a mess deserve to be loved?

does a mess deserve to be loved?
do their hearts deserve to be touched?
broken wings and a broken laugh,
would they ever be enough?

do their lips deserve to be kissed?
do their hopes deserve to be stitched?
torn veins and blood stains,
could our lives be risked?

do their souls deserve to cry?
do they deserve to try?
limp body and a limp mind,
do they deserve to be satisfied?

do their lungs deserve to be filled?
do their minds deserve to be tilled?
jumbled thoughts and jumbled smiles,
do their demons deserve to be killed?

does a mess deserve to be loved?
do their hearts deserve to be touched?
broken wings and a broken laugh,
would they ever be enough?

but they are more than enough,
after all,
we are all messed up...




 

When The World Died - Chapter Two

A/N : 
Here's the link for the blurb: https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152053/version/296900
Here's the link for Chapter One : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152054/version/296902
Hope you guys like this chapter too! And please do criticize! I NEED criticism!

Chapter Two

"Hi Night!"

"Hello Eloise. What brings you here?" I ask, urging her to come inside.

"Well...You didn't come to the party and I just...I missed you!" she said and pounced on me with a hug.
I laughed.

"Seriously, Eloise? You can't be without me for even a day?" I asked, teasing her lightly. She laughed too.

"Well, what can I say Nightie? You are just so very irresistible. You know what I mean?" she played along.

"Oh! I am highly flattered," I said and then we both started to laugh like maniacs. 

That's Eloise. Light and free.

"Hey, where's Mrs. Storm?"

There was silence. I didn't speak for some time. 

"She left," I replied, when I finally could.

"What do you mean 'left'?"

"Went away. Gone. Left."
...

Nico, Will You Ever Come?

Nico,
Will you ever come?
I want to look at your,
light filled face,
that curve softly,
like the road we'd travel together.

Nico,
Will you ever come?
I want to dance with you,
until we float into the sky,
filled with chunks of diamonds,
called stars,
that look more like fireflies.

Nico,
Will you ever come?
I want sing with you,
gentle waves of music,
will fill the air around,
our beautiful hearts,
together we'll sound just perfect.

Nico,
Will you ever come?
I want to kiss you,
like there is no tomorrow,
pure love,
or maybe even something greater.

Nico,
Will you ever come?
I'm dying here,
my soul crumbling into sand and,
the putrid smell of hearts burning,
and hopes tearing apart,
is filling my lungs.

Nico,
Will you ever come?
I need you now,
I need your voice and,
I need your arms,
Nico,
I need your love.
 

When The World Died - Chapter Two

A/N : 
Here's the link for the blurb: https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152053/version/296900
Here's the link for Chapter One : https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/152054/version/296902
Hope you guys like this chapter too! And please do criticize! I NEED criticism!

Chapter Two

"Hi Night!"

"Hello Eloise. What brings you here?" I ask, urging her to come inside.

"Well...You didn't come to the party and I just...I missed you!" she said and pounced on me with a hug.
I laughed.

"Seriously, Eloise? You can't be without me for even a day?" I asked, teasing her lightly. She laughed too.

"Well, what can I say Nightie? You are just so very irresistible. You know what I mean?" she played along.

"Oh! I am highly flattered," I said and then we both started to laugh like maniacs. 

That's Eloise. Light and free.

"Hey, where's Mrs. Storm?"

There was silence. I didn't speak for some time. 

"She left," I replied, when I finally could.

"What do you mean 'left'?"

"Went away. Gone. Left."
...

When The World Died - Chapter One

What would you do if you had just learned that you were going to die? Would you pray? Would you solve? Or would you just do nothing?

I just learned that I am going to die. Not that I had a problem with it. I mean, look around me. Do you see any happiness? Do you see any friends? Do you see anything at all? I bet you don't see a thing. You see, my life up till now hasn't been that easy. I have slogged to keep my family together. My younger sister is too young to understand what is happening. But I do. My parents are drifting apart. With every shout, every bang, every slap came a cloud of grief hurtling towards us. They wouldn't have a divorce, no. They wanted to both be there for both of us. The thing they didn't understand, was that in the end, more than them getting affected, I was.

Oh, and...

When The World Died - Blurb

Heya!

So, I have planned on uploading one of my Wattpad stories over here. I really wanted to obtain more of constructive criticism and so I was like, why not post my story here? And that's exactly what I'm going to do. I really hope you guys like my story!

Here is the blurb:

"What would we do now?"
"How would we survive?"
"Is it the end?"
"Or there a chance?"

Night Storm's life is a living irony. In fact, all the lives on Earth are. Just when humanity seemed to extend to space, engulf success and proceed ahead with great ardour, its achievements are shattered. Just when Night had a dream she could go after, her dreams are broken. And just when they all had a new life to begin, the end was on its way.

Something big, something dark, something dangerous is on its way. It is something unknown, something so evil, that it could destroy every last...

It's All Okay

"It's all okay," I had said,
when they had put me down,
I brushed the dust of my knee,
And I comforted me,
"It is all okay now."

"It's all okay," I had said,
when they had drowned me,
in my own tears,
and my own fears,
until I got up to leave.

"It's all okay," I had said,
when they had filled,
me with that burden,
all of a sudden,
of their unwanted guilt.

"It's all okay," I had said,
when they had slapped me hard,
across the face,
the blood I could taste,
was sweet instead of sour.

Why? Because I didn't,
cry hard and react,
I knew my strengths,
I knew myself,
so why should I give back?

Why should I give back to them,
all the things to me they'd given me,
I'm not like them,
I'm not the same,
and that's what I want them to see.

So, I said that it was all okay, ...

Music

Music, 
Reverberating through, 
My soul, 
Like gentle, fierce waves, 
From the earbuds that hang, 
Loosely, 
Just like my heart, 
Which is ready to, 
Give up to the music, 
To the medicine that swirls in, 
Me, 
Myself, 
I, 
Am so low and down, 
But high at the same time, 
I'm drowning, 
But soaring too, 
I'm happy, 
Yet sad, 
Excited, 
Yet tired, 
So, this is my, 
Great, grand escape, 
Take me with you, 
For I want to flow, 
As freely as you do. 

I Love You #NinjasContest_1_ShortStory

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Home. I took in the scent of fresh air, the fragrance of magic, the feel of comfort. Hogwarts has always been my home, and it always will be. From Hagrid right there, to Ron and Hermione, everything was home.  
I briskly walked across the field and to the gates of Hogwarts. Magnificent. That’s what it was.  
“Hey Harry!”  
I looked back to see Hermione and Ron advance my way. Before I knew it, I was tackled into a hug. I laughed along with them. I had missed them. Summer couldn’t have gone faster.  
I looked at both of them and noticed that they were holding hands. I raised my eyebrows and questioned them, 
“Now what do we have here?” 
They blushed so bad that I wished I could have taken a picture of them. Ron rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness while Hermione was looking down. 
“Well, we may be, ya know, like, kinda together?” Ron said and I looked...

If Only #marchPB&pig

"Stop it," she says coldly.
"What? I can't even buzz around my best friend? You're my best friend, best friend. I'm just trying to be close, ya know?" he says, rotating once more, winning a glare from her. She glares at him with such intensity, that he stops instantly, wounding his wings in the process. She rolls her eyes at this.
"You're so dumb, Bup," she says and goes back to sorting the crumbs of bread. They had been brought over by Tuo, her secret shosho, and even though the crumbs seem to be 'out of date', she couldn't say no to him. He was her 'shosho'.
"Oh, really? Says the female who accepted 'out-dated' crumbs," Bup says, smirking at her as if to challenge her.
She huffs silently and retorts,
"Says the male who buzzes around his bestie. You're supposed to do that to your shosho. Not to me!" she says, on her wings by...

After... After... After

A Journey Through My Mind

After entering the land with hope in my heart, after looking at the scene laid in front of me, after realizing its beauty, after walking down to the running stream, after touching the crystal water, after touching the breeze, after moving through the tangled web of cloth and leaves, after twirling in the sunlight that burned me, after bathing in the lake of purity, after singing with the cuckoos, after dancing with the stars, after looking at the moonlight, after singing and crying, after breaking and making, after fighting with the lions, after withstanding the sirens, after playing with the chimes, after laughing with time, I arrive at understanding who I am.

Those Memories

The fragile pages,
were held together,
by memories,
I will never,
forget those memories,
those tears,
those tears of longing,
longing to go back in time,
and live those memories,
back and back in time,
to those memories,
the letters were punched,
unto the frail, white sheet,
that was starting to decay,
oh, poor white sheet,
such a burden to carry,
all those memories,
those memories,
I slide my hand,
through those engraved memories,
they flashed behind my closed eyes,
those memories,
played on my eyes like an old recording,
breaking in between, tearing apart,
those memories,
the pages that held them together,
I will bless those sheets,
oh, bless those sheets...
 

Those Memories

The fragile pages,
were held together,
by memories,
I will never,
forget those memories,
those tears,
those tears of longing,
longing to go back in time,
and live those memories,
back and back in time,
to those memories,
the letters were punched,
unto the frail, white sheet,
that was starting to decay,
oh, poor white sheet,
such a burden t carry,
all those memories,
those memories,
I slide my hand,
through those engraved memories,
they flashed behind my closed eyes,
those memories,
played on my eyes like an old recording,
breaking in between, tearing apart,
those memories,
the pages that held them together,
I will bless those sheets,
oh, bless those sheets...
 

Don't Cry

Don't cry when I bloom from my Mother's blood,
Laugh and dance with tears unshed,
Don't cry when I am exposed to the air,
I am blessed with Mother Nature's care,
Don't cry when you hear my precious voice,
Just sing along with me and rejoice,
Don't cry when my legs touch the ground below,
just start teaching me all that you know,
Don't cry when I first make friends,
don't worry, I'll be with you till the very end,
Don't cry when my talents start to shine,
teach me to take control of my destiny divine,
Don't cry when I don't have time for you,
embrace the qualities in me that are new,
Don't cry when I shout and reject,
give me some space but don't leave me yet,
Don't cry when the time for me to go comes,
Gift me your wise words, gift me your wisdom,
Don't cry when I go around my marriage fire,
I am...

Dig Me Out #Song_Number_1

I've never been so deep in the ground,
I wish to be seen up above,
I have dreams so high in the sky,
but I can't reach them now.

Let me try to see the light of the sun,
I am striving to feel my skin burn,
you can't catch me, I am below,
I'll never learn.

I am down,
won't get up, get up, get up, get up.
And I'll be gone,
won't wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.

So come on,
dig me out,
fly from the sky,
and reach the ground,
like an angel from high up above,
come on dig me out now...

Dig Me Out #Song_Number_1

I've never been so deep in the ground,
I wish to be seen up above,
I have dreams so high in the sky,
but I can't reach them now.

Let me try to see the light of the sun,
I am striving to feel my skin burn,
you can't catch me, I am below,
I'll never learn.

I am shrunken,
won't get up, get up, get up, get up.
I am crumpled,
won't wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up.

So come on,
dig me out,
fly from the sky,
and reach the ground,
like an angel from high up above,
come on dig me out now...

Catch Up

They run past me,
bullet speed,
the world's turning,
like the soul in me,
My mind is twisting,
into shreds,
I'm not able to,
contemplate,
I need to catch up to them,
as fast as I can,
else,
eternity will pass,
and I'll be stranded in time,
frozen and cold,
not understanding a thing,
I'll be stuck,
I'll be stuck,
I'll be stuck within,
Within myself,
and the thoughts would keep,
running away from me,
I need to catch up with them,
before they would leave,
before they'd leave me.

Where You Are, You're Perfect There

You are not real,
just a figment,
of my mighty imagination,
a drop of water,
in the ocean of dreams,
in sea of bliss,
in the river of thoughts,
in the lake of calm,
you soothe,
you smile,
you laugh,
my heart skips,
beats to your voice,
which is music to me,
and I'll listen to it,
my whole life,
if you'd just let me,
but you'll go away,
when I open my eyes,
this reality is too harsh,
I wish you would survive,
but you won't,
you're in my mind,
in my soul,
and you'll remain there,
for eternity,
you are the one,
the one,
who holds my soul,
high for it to fly,
for it to soar,
for it to dance,
under the light of the sun,
the burning sun,
unlike our serene pair,
exhausts its fuel,
but we'd keep ours,
for eternity,
for eternity we'll remain,
and I'll be happy with you,
where you are,
you're perfect...

Light Within

Let my light pass through the dark,
where creatures great and small embark.

Let me see past through the mist,
into the clear world of bliss.

Let my thoughts be heavenly,
let my arms seek out the needy.

When the time comes we would,
realize our dreams and find the truth.

The truth that would enlighten us,
would be held and found because,

Our light would pass through the dark,
where creatures great and small embark.

Skeleton

No skin,
just a skeleton,
just a skeleton,
no tongue,
just a skeleton,
just a skeleton,
no eyes,
just a skeleton,
just a skeleton
but a heart still beats inside...

It's Time

"It's time," my father said.
I wasn't ready.
"It's time," my mother repeated.
I wasn't ready. 
"It's time," my conscience said.
I wasn't ready.
"It's time," I told myself.
I wasn't ready.
Then how will I succeed?
If I am not ready,
then how will I reach?
Those undiscovered opportunities,
those hidden dreams?
Then how will I reach,
those hidden dreams?
Those precious dreams,
but I'm not ready,
will I ever be?
But I'm not ready,
I may never be.
But I'll be ready,
I'll discover those dreams,
I'll be ready,
Cause the time has come,
to succeed.
 

Thy

Thy heart,
not less than a kingdom of gold,
Thy life,
will be expanded by a million-fold,
Thy love,
will linger and mingle with the air,
Thy morals,
of life we all would share,
Thy truth,
will be the death of the night,
Thy laughter,
would accompany the light,
Thy soul,
shall reside in me,
Thy vision,
I shall bear and I shall see,
Thy sweet lore,
I must read,
Thy brave lore,
I must breathe...
 

Star Wish

Hold Up The Sky

The rain may fall,
And the thunder may roar,
Of those raging fears,
And of atrocities untold.

The sky may be dark,
A sinister grin,
Hidden entwined,
With the lightning sin.

The sky may throb,
Like the heart in me,
Fight or flight,
Stay or leave.

And now I am,
Beneath the stars that remain,
Those stars that shine,
Through the murderous rain.

There is some time,
Before the knell of nigh,
So I pray to the stars,
To hold up the sky...



 

Such A Waste Of Space

I work then I slog,
I slog for myself,
with a burdened heart,
and a burdened tale,
such a waste of space,
I eat then I sleep,
and then it repeats,
nothing but a machine,
such a waste of space,
I see my life,
as a sorrowful waste,
dumped on the Earth,
such a waste of space,
such a waste of space,
my life, myself,
such a waste of space,
just a visitor,
just a memory,
that's all I'll remain,
on this land,
of growth and success,
that's all I'll remain,
such a waste of space,
such a waste of space,
such a waste of space...

The World I Am In

I sat down,
and pondered upon,
the world I was in.
With skies and flowers,
and deserted bowers,
and no time to travel within.

I sat down,
and pondered upon,
the people all around me.
All drenched in sorrow,
with no hope for tomorrow,
themselves were all they could see.

I sat down,
and pondered upon,
whether they realized themselves.
Do they understand,
this mystery land,
or do they live in an other realm?

I sat down
and pondered upon,
my heart, my mind, my soul.
Am I like them?
or am I different?
I may just never know.

Because understanding my past,
My present and future.
Is a tough task indeed.
To know oneself,
and then polish ourselves,
And then to realize our dream.

But it is quite hilarious,
to speak of such things,
when I myself urge you all to believe,
in a much better world,
and the possibility to mould,
into a better human being.

But what...

The World I Am In

I sat down,
and pondered upon,
the world I was in.
With skies and flowers,
and deserted bowers,
and no time to travel within.

I sat down,
and pondered upon,
the people all around me.
All drenched in sorrow,
with no hope for tomorrow,
themselves were all they could see.

I sat down,
and pondered upon,
whether they realized themselves.
Do they understand,
this mystery land,
or do they live in an other realm?

I sat down
and pondered upon,
my heart, my mind, my soul.
Am I like them?
or am I different?
I may just never know.

Because understanding my past,
My present and future.
Is a tough task indeed.
To know oneself,
and then polish ourselves,
And then to realize our dream.

But it is quite hilarious,
to speak of such things,
when I myself urge you all to believe,
in a much better world,
and the possibility to mould,
into a better human being.

But what...

Loving A Boy Like Him

He looked at me,
I smiled,
How could I have turned so lucky,
His hand in mine,
we walked together,
towards the building,
intimidating as it was prejudiced to be,
it looked pretty today,
filled with new hopes,
and dreams untold,
a future with someone I loved,
a future filled with joy,
the book in front of us,
he signed it,
I looked at him,
he smiled at me,
i smiled back,
then I let my hands slide,
through the book which had made true,
so many silent dreams,
I signed,
I looked back at him,
he kissed me,
I kissed him back,
Such a mysterious thing,
love is,
exploding into lives,
in different forms,
but I was glad that it came into,
my life in the form it is now,
making a boy like me,
love a boy like him... 

I See You, I See Me

I see you,
in the abyss of sorrow,
calling out to me,
your frail voice,
dwindling in the sea,
of darkness and I,
try to swim faster and faster,
towards from the light,
I can't help it,
I am being pulled,
by the current,
away from you,
I don't know you,
I wan't to understand,
who you are,
I cry out,
for help,
help me,
I am going down,
and down,
and down deep into the sea,
I pray,
I pray for myself,
I pray for life,
it might have been the prayers,
it might have been my will,
because then,
then I see you again,
all too suddenly,
and as I see you,
I see me,
I have been rescued,
I can finally breathe,
I rescued me,
I rescued me...

When Will I Go?

I closed the book and got up from the couch. Running towards the kitchen, I asked Mother softly,
"When will I go?"
She sighed and then looked me right in the eye. 
"There is time, darling child. You have a lot of time left," she said.
"But, Mother! I really, really, really want to meet God!" I said. I was five. I was innocent.  
Mother caught me gently by my shoulder and bent down. I looked at her with large eyes filled with hope.
"God has given us a life to live, child. We must be our best, do our best, while we live. Only then, and only then, will God accept us. So live a happy and fulfilling life, darling," she said. I stayed quiet.

Years passed on. I was ten. I ran towards the kitchen and asked Mother softly,
"When will I go?"
She sighed and looked me right in the eye.
"Haven't I told you about this...

When Will I Go?

I closed the book and got up from the couch. Running towards the kitchen, I asked Mother softly,
"When will I go?"
She sighed and then looked me right in the eye. 
"There is time, darling child. You have a lot of time left," she said.
"But, Mother! I really, really, really want to meet God!" I said. I was five. I was innocent.  
Mother caught me gently by my shoulder and bent down. I looked at her with large eyes filled with hope.
"God has given us a life to live, child. We must be our best, do our best, while we live. Only then, and only then, will God accept us. So live a happy and fulfilling life, darling," she said. I stayed quiet.

Years passed on. I was ten. I ran towards the kitchen and asked Mother softly,
"When will I go?"
She sighed and looked me right in the eye.
"Haven't I told you about this...

One Man, 10,000 Devils

Petals on my feet,
Feathers in my hair,
Deeply burnt trees,
A storm to withstand.

Running through the shadows,
Demons to chase,
Jumping from each mountain,
My body scathed.

No one who helps,
Cause no one who knows,
The problems I'm facing,
The weeds in my bones.

A liter of blood,
From my shattered eyes,
Loose limbs,
Broken ties.

One Man, 10,000 Devils.

Chances And Bugs

Tears meandering down her face, she opened the door with her worn out hands. The keys dangled and clinked together, piercing through the disturbingly silent air around her. Another night. Then, another start. Tired of the critics and the haters, tired of the fragility of her confidence, tired of her weaknesses. She entered the dull room, the pale room. It rightly mirrored her thoughts. It rightly mirrored her existence. She rested her body against the wooden chair. It creaked, she sighed. It was tired too.

She closed her eyes for a moment, a moment too long, a moment too short. She thought of lilies and roses. Flower beds surrounding a beautiful cottage. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafting across the cheerful garden. She, standing in the shade of a kind tree, enjoying the afternoon sun. The image tears and succumbs into darkness as the thought of her reality storms into her brain. Her brain. Such a scary tool. Such...