Little soul

I’m sorry I did all I had to I’m sorry I was there I’m sorry I gave my all And got nothing more than despair   I’m sorry I forgot That one among a million I’m sorry I proved you wrong That I’m just human   I’m sorry I’m a mess That needs more love…

Twelve Heavens Apart

Fantasy was never his type, he preferred the bitter reality any day. Beginning from the time he met her.       Love has quite often taught us things we might have never understood and made us people we probably might have even despised. Richard Coles fell majorly victim to this healing curse that made him lose…

His breath, Her life

“I’m sorry” she sobbed. “And why’s that?” he grunted. “I’ve needed air all my life to survive But now, I breathe you And every moment apart is a cry A wish, a lament That I’d rather die Knowing you were my last, Satisfied that once I hold you tight You’d just live there, in me…

Beautiful Misery

Hang in there Little explosive Your mind is your master Your heart, your creator   Give the wind, space to settle The breeze may extinguish your flame But the Sun always believes in revival A chance to ignite, Again   The sea writhes as the fire dips in her Travels with the shade of her…

Makes you stronger

What doesn’t kill you Makes you want to scream so loud The air around wouldn’t move The breath, wouldn’t calm The rage wouldn’t heal Yet they say, it makes you stronger   What doesn’t kill you Makes you want to tear up Tear up your heart, so that You would never have to feel again…

Sane madness

Little unfriendly moments Reminding you, “We’re all back to dust” Forget the rest, your own body is not worth Comforting it, fulfilling the lust “I rather hit the grave, than hit the bed” Then I wouldn’t have to cry myself to sleep Probably then, He’d lessen my heap Or I might just have to carry…

Just for the time being.

Maybe it’s in me Maybe it is me I’d never know I never found answers.   If it’s worth it If it’s not I’d never know I never found answers   Is it likely Is it not I’d never know I never found answers   Why me Why my life I’d never know I never…

Who is God? Or rather what is?

The power that connects all The power humans faith in and Hope to reach, by guarding That power with fire that heals and Swords that protect With arms that shield and Breath that lives   Live not for one’s sole soul Lives on to fix a piece, whole   This fire, powerful enough To gather…

May we find the will to sustain To give and be hope To forgive and to let blame Find its own retreat towards trodden mouths, Blaming mouths, shaming mouths   May we find the courage to love To realize distinction, to understand worth Not of those that are easy and everywhere But those that are…

Soul Lover

My Almighty My strength, my reason, my claim My deity. Not in spirit, but in flesh In him I reach, in him I beseech dear Gods, “Halt invisible praise, unknown faith”, When infinity is in your trace, Searching, comforting, breathing You. Why chase uncertain universes When He engulfs you with human graces.  

Not all roses.

I may not be allowed to say But I do have a say I may not be allowed to write But I do have a voice I may not be allowed to explore But I do have ambition and I may not be allowed to soar But I do have bigger dreams Growing flesh fail…