“You are wrong, I am right Is this what’s its all about? Where is the love, the care? and all the lovely emotions that were there Is this all that is left in us, Questions, arguments and fights?” There I am looking at myself from above Thinking ‘What’s wrong with him?’ he used to be a good human being I feel like holding him up as asking him Weren’t you born beautiful, with a love filled heart within? I try to reach out and hit him hard on the head to make him forget his smart self, erase his pain and make him dumb-in-love again, to make him see the beauty and stop him from being dead, to help him create memories, he wishes never to erase again.
Writers note:- Imagining how would I appear to my soul when am arguing fighting with my love, because that’s not what I am and wish if my soul could guide me through this to help me create beautiful memories instead of the ones I would want to erase.
Touching hearts spreading love, caring and helping to restore the faith in love and humanity is important to me. Life is to live love and care in the end am just a soul on my journey and i want this journey to turn out to be the most beautiful of my eternal life.
Don’t tell on me, but yes, I can’t breathe no more, This smile concealing my frightened soul, I can’t take no more, Don’t tell on me; have lost myself in all these, I’m just a walking robot, no one sees
Everything seems to be silent but my ears not, although world sleep but my mind’s not. Memory once rejoiced like a sun’s heat now turns winter cold, before isolation was a luxury to me but now it’s not. What happens
I leave this world as ignorant as when I came into it, my hands empty, my heart full. I have no answers, only questions, no certainties, only doubts. The fear of death has been my most loyal companion, the cry of
A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar