She flew far away
Till she found a way
To burry all her sins
And nothing exists
Of memory, mind or fear
Except for the voices she hear
Far away down the memory lane
That reminds her of how she went lame
She stares, she longs, she still cares
For they were her beautiful scars
Purpose is served
And memory, preserved
“2019”
I have been trembling with anxiety,
To revive those lose ends at the cost of my life
By virtue of the truth that mattered,
For the cry of the soul that counted;
Blindly moving round and round,
I was completely lost but not found;
When the reality was a slap in the face, it is not just another decade that ceased
But the trust, hope and everything else entwined in each other’s stories;
That wasn’t a game, still I chose to lose;
That wasn’t a phase, still I chose to get replaced;
‘Cause I ain’t the moon that merely reflects the light of a star
But the star that flickers in & of itself – “All Day and All of the Night”
As an unrenowned memory,
“Here, There And Everywhere”
The hopeless 11:11 wish
Cheesy metaphors and the undefeatable pretty little lies
The morning drizzle and the melancholic reminiscence
Unproclaimed pinky promises or precisely when my actions cried “You got me wrapped around your little finger” and the jealousy
Every other warmth I felt cold for,
Things and people I used to like
I don’t anymore
May be I overheard when someone said, “You will get through faster
If you are a good lier”
For a little less today
Of all the withheld desires
Than yesterday
As sure as the night follows day, people pass by
Even when years ago
They gave a little explanation of
How they don’t know how to say goodbye
With nothing more to say
But something left to hear
May be only their guilt will stay
For it had to solely explain
Those convincing reasons for your
Unstitched pain
Daylight, I dream fondly
Writing a story
That will never scream
Noonlight, I taste the reality
Laughing with faceless crowd
Crying my way back home
‘Cause I still remember
A Name
Moonlight, I dream endlessly
Drowning in reverie
Waiting for morning
One to remind myself every second.
Of those
Careless glances
Imbued with poetry
As an unparalleled oeuvre
My heart skipped
A beat or two, I believe
And I couldn’t have missed
To feel more alive!
Oh hello, my paradoxical excitement!
In the course of
Eradicating the Past
I destroyed myself.
Some old tunes❤️
“When you’re in the joint, you spend all your time doping out who you’re gonna see the first day you’re out. The second day. The third. But then you get out, everybody’s got a different face than you remember. Maybe you do too. You pray for one face which didn’t change, one face which still knows you and looks at you in the same way”
-Carlito’s Way
Emotion Speaks 