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All I am

Posted: September 23, 2013 in Emotions, evaluation, Life, Love
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Sorry, I am.

For what I am not.
For what I do, that pleases you not.
Sorry, I am.
If my words missed their meaning.
If my actions failed my intentions.
But Oh, do you not know?
That all I do, and all I don’t
That all I say, and all I withhold
Neither would I have done
Nor would I have not
Had my intentions been to please you not.
Oh do you not know?
For the better, I change.
I try,
For you.
I change.
For you, and only you;
I have learnt to love myself when I have loved you.
Words; All I have got
If more I had; I would deny you not.
These Words I mean;
When I say,
Sorry I am.
For what I am.
In apology, I offer…
myself; all of me, and all I am
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Freeze

Posted: September 18, 2013 in Emotions, Life, Love
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Freeze.

One heartbeat; that echoes forever in the glaciers of myself.

One moment; that defies time. Timeless.

Freeze.

The breath between the lips that part. The glow of eyes, escaping the glimpse and into the stare.

The world is brought to a pause; the pace slows, the voices fade.

Until it freezes.

As I melt;

Midst the breath, the glow, the glimpse, the stare.

 

Blackened sky.
Stretching beyond distance; as far as continents stretch apart.
One blackened sky,
Sheltering you and I
Across the same continents that ripped us apart.
And we linger…
Beyond the eyelids
That shelter you in me; and myself into you…
As we float, on a barely existent moon,
Fading into the same blackened sky
That is yet to shelter you and I.

Stare; into and through me.

Stare, as your eyes outline my existence.

Recollect pieces of a scattered me, as you trace the edges of myself into a premises that only your chasing eyes define.

Draw me out of myself and into you, as I fall…

From the deepest pits of my nothingness, into the deepest pits of yourself.

Embrace, a restless me to the rest of your arms.

Fill me in, as you fill the spaces between my fingers.

Listen,

As two heartbeats synchronize into one.

Stare,

As I stare…

Into where I belong.

And do I not speak of what I feel?

For words gone trivial,

Upon the intensity inside.

In Appreciation, I write, not in remorse.

To and for a time so timeless,

Sentences, scattered in structure, disrupted in its sense of sense, yet humbled by the feeling that triggered the urge to write in the first place.

I write,

Till I’m drained empty.

Till the words squeeze into sour juices of meanings.

I write and write,

Till the heaviness is gone, shedding layers of me within layers of paper, squirting blue ink of my royal blood from a loaded pen… That still drips

And I still write,

Dispersed letters, grouped only to be distorted upon a thought, that reforms then dissolves…

Into canals of clogged memory lanes, superimposing timelines from different times.

And the pen still drips,

What lips failed to speak, of the relics a crippled heart keeps…

Onto papers,

That never really existed.

Void meets vortex

Posted: May 14, 2013 in Emotions, Life, Love, words, writing
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Eyes of poignant black,

Cross over,

Where every meeting point is a turning point,
Chasing one another, in a sclera of watery white
Black halos,  searching into the depth of another
For something, anything …
A glimpse meets a stare;
Soon interrupted by a sweep of curving lashes,
avoiding the former, disappointing the latter…
Eyes of poignant black;
A void meets a vortex,
Sucked into one another
Exchanging more than just looks.
Eyes of poignant black,
Trapped into a gaze,
Mesmerized
As they speak
What words failed to behold.

 

One, two, three, four…

The beat echos in the emptiness of herself.

One, two, three, four…

An arid breath flows into her. She glides through…

Eyes closed, hands in the correct posture; she embraces the vacancy between her arms.

She swings, gripping the emptiness that flows between her fingers. Her steps slide, a lock step. She sways, an inside turn, an outside turn… She drags herself, a walk.

One, two, three, four…

A Chasse.

One, two, three, four…

Dos-a-dos.

One, two, three, four…

The air whirls as she moves. Memories flash…

She swirls, and  loses herself between what was and what could be.

She floats upon the emptiness she holds close, only to drown into it.

One, two, three, four…

The pace slows down.

One, two, three, four…

She melts. The air she has molded into a dear significant is slowly vaporized, leaving mists of remembrance to dry on her cheeks.

“Saw your beauty and I kept in mind
Imagine your smell and touch
Imagine all of us”