19 Dec 2012

Dec19 2012

Sounds of Silence

I have been trying to hear myself think for the past one hour. I cannot. Yet I cannot even make out the conversations around me. Coffee shops make me want to write. Because,  somehow, I can immerse myself in my world of words and still be present to what is happening around me. And just then,...
Dec19 2012

Blank Page

I’m a blank page That’s waiting to be written on I’m not pure, nor am I clean But am blank It’s not that I’ve always been so It is a state I have chosen I’m not new, nor am I unique But I’m blank I have been written on before Writings that hurt to the last ink drop I’m not white, nor am I rare But...
Dec19 2012

The breath that still flows

A breath, yours  soft, hot, chilling  the ear, mine  curved - an art on skin  the meeting of both  explodes, a confetti of feelings  a beat becomes a throb  throbbing madness  of that breath that still flows  a begging of hearts  a pleading of souls  begging the emptiness of body  an urging of minds  that breath...
Dec19 2012

Let my tears flow

Let my tears flow for a love that i've lost and maybe they might with them take away the feeling of loss to pave way for a brighter day Let my tears flow for it's as certain as the day dawns that i shan't ever find one like i had for the gift of love come from deep within and the rest maybe mere pretence Let my tears flow on and on and on, let them pass the sorrows reside...
Dec19 2012

Empty

An empty shell blown away by the winds distanced from it's familiar shores desolate, hopeless and lost unsure of what the future holds... A dry leaf detached from the security of the tree threatened by the harshness of the world withered, cracky, almost rotten... A frozen drop condensed alone in eternal cold away from the rays so bright and warm hard, chilly, and frigid thawing...
Dec19 2012

My heart's Sun - #2 Goodbye

I don't even know what i want to say. Which is ironic because there is so much to say. I haven't been able to write. Every time I push open my laptop, open a new page, I cry and shut it down. The last time I blogged was for you. The last post was about you. And that time, you called me immediately after. We talked. We laughed  This time, you wont be calling me. We won't talk. We...