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Sunday, January 16, 2011


The bullets of your words have pierced through my skin
I sought you forever
But that world eluded me akin
I want to reach out
But I freeze upon my stage
And as the spotlights illuminate my being
I pull the curtains and get lost in the blackness
Locking myself, in my lone cage.

I can hear the crowd hooting from below
But my ears are numb to their voice
Coz I just seek your soul
In the stealthy silence of my heart
How destructive it is,
The endless agony of meeting someone
Only to be apart.

I wish you’d realize it never was me running away
I was just trying to enact a play
Where the script was written by you
Even though you may not know
That was only true.

But maybe the truth is a big lie
Hiding underneath the practicalities of this life
May be our hearts want the same
But since we are brought to believe that wishes only come true in dreams
We’ve hidden our feelings
And stitched it at the seams.

The crowd has come and gone
My eyes so accustomed to this heartache
Are bland and dry
They say, I should let the pain out
And for once cry
But they don’t know
It’s the only thing I have left of yours
Except the memories kept in locked drawers.

The show has ended
For me and you
But for those who came by
It never even began
The spotlights were never needed
Nor were the scripts
For whatever had to be said has been said
And my hearts turning a lonely red
I hope one day you realize
That sometimes there are some lies in truth
And sometimes there is a lot of  truth in those lies
You just have to turn blind to what you see
And decipher what wants to be said between the lines.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011


I feel old but not wiser,
sadness is trapped in my heart
in a tattered home of a miser
who doesn't wish to share a tear
but silently watches the reality of his fear,
of flowing like a morose river,
flustered with agony
walking away
from the shore of desires,
leaving behind
a fleet of admirers
who come and who go,
some from a distance,
some drenching a bit
struggling to hold the receding ground
against the frivolous flow
but no one ever does try
to see beneath the surface,
what lies in its depth. .
may be coz the wind already told them

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