Who will you be?

Hard is the heart that has seen misery,
Broken is the clay that has dried out its emotions,
Brave is the heart that bears its scars proudly,
Courageous the mind that still believes clearly.

What will you be?
Who will you be?

The saviour who cannot rise above the malice
The warrior whose path bleeds into his soul
The ghost that lingers in every nook and cranny in the midst of nowhere -

What will you be?
Who will you be?

Look into the mirror - look beyond the shiny ripples and deep into your soul
See what truly lies beneath the flesh, bone and gore.
Know yourself.
Believe yourself.
Be yourself.

To You, With Love.

I have tried a million times - to keep you away.
It didn't make sense to trust you - my instincts screamed at me.
But I didn't know then that the hands that can hold mine so tight,
Can soothe my sore bones with a rush of delight.

The first touch of your lips - I shut my eyes and forgot the world.
Your skin against mine, melting me, completing me, making me whole again.

I waited. Waited a long long time -I closed all the doors, and windows and yet
you seeped through my very pores.
Today your blood and mine are the same - if I cut you I will bleed.
Today, the very air we breathe is the same, hot, moist and bleeding of each others essence.

I hid the darkness in my heart in shame, and you burnt it all away,
not even ashes can remain. 
I won't thank you, it will be a mockery.
I will love you instead - promise to be by you, even in my dying breath.

Don't hurt if I'm gone, because you will never be alone.
I will be there - in every pore, in every vein - like you are in mine.
I love you. I love you.
I love you.

Passion Aroused

Somedays I can't look into the light,
Caught in a web of tangled lies and despair,
Flinging my limbs like a spider caught in its own web...

Some thoughts flicker and vanish
Leaving no scratch upon the canvas of my cognition.
Am I in the zone of the living or is it the bliss of ignorance that cocoons me?

Touch me. Touch me I say,
So I can feel -- flesh, bone, blood and the seed that gave me life.

I need to know that I exist, an urgent passion erodes my lethargy...
The chains fall away and my fingers tingle across the keys of long forgotten memories.

I rise. 

Passion Aroused

Somedays I can't look into the light,
Caught in a web of tangled lies and despair,
Flinging my limbs like a spider caught in its own web...

Some thoughts flicker and vanish
Leaving no scratch upon the canvas of my cognition.
Am I in the zone of the living or is it the bliss of ignorance that cocoons me?

Touch me. Touch me I say,
So I can feel -- flesh, bone, blood and the seed that gave me life.

I need to know that I exist, an urgent passion erodes my lethargy...
The chains fall away and my fingers tingle across the keys of long forgotten memories.

I rise. 

Adventure of a lifetime

Once, twice, thrice...
Skip a beat. Back at one...
Whenever I think of you, its like we’ve just begun.
But I wonder if this is where we started
Or it had already begun...before we even met.

The universe has its funny ways...
And its cruel jokes...it has played them on us before.
But this time I pray
We’re the ones laughing in the end.

And even if we’re not, who cares.
As long your fingers linger in mine
We’ll take on the world
Together in this adventure – you and I.

Thoughts... to my Valentine

It's been a long day
One I wait for each year in hope of something new,
waiting -- as if -- on the edge...
Willing to fling myself away from this branch of life
into the limits of endlessness.

It's been different this time.
This Time that I keep counting
on the little rivulets of my palms...
It's been different -- not in a bad way.
So I'm not complaining.

Merely left wondering
Will I be here this time next year --
Gazing at you, being loved unconditionally?
Or will I be tossed aside -- for something new.

Waiting...will it ever end?

Fever of Impotence

Help!

It's a fever all-consuming
This battle of Will and Wit
cutting me inside-out, bleeding me raw -
churning up everything in its desperate path...
Who shall deliver the killing blow?

Shall I?

Make it better. Make it better!
Get rid of it.
Or me.

It's been long, ongoing and defeating.
Don't be a damned pessimist - they say.
Why not- shout I.
What has the existence of one soul
-beaten and battered-
Left to want?

Let it be over - once and for all.
For it drains me out...
axphyxiating the reason I am.

Will it get easier if I give in?
Let it rage on then.