Spot me.

Blue skies and cool breezes
A day that mocks my very existance
Tryin to brave the waves of uncertaities
The doubts that build inside of me


Eyes of the world never seemed so harsh
Their prejudice hits a spot 
Oh my, can they see right through me?


Feelings come and go, they spin me like top
Once I'm up and strong, the gravity pulls me down
Yeah you anchor me to the ground. 


Eyes of the world never seemed so observant
They see the stones in my heart
Oh my, will they pound the gavel?
Turn me to my inevitable end? 

Always by your side.

Words. Maybe they're all I have left. Words. Maybe every syllable uttered is a piece of me - sworn to be infinitely and most simply, me. Words. All the maybes in the world may not be enough to sum it up; that sometimes even words can't explain me. And I am pained for I am at lost for words. Still, I will try. 

My heart is cold; I don't feel your absence. I don't shudder nor do I wince at maybe losing you forever. I don't sit on the bathroom floor - it's cold tiles slowly warmed beneath my skin and the flowing hot water - to weep like I have so many times before. I don't confess as I do now in public; as nude as dead land. 

I don't have to. For once, memories suffice. The glass isn't half empty. For once, in a very long time. And I could say this surely - our bonds are everlasting. 

So I don't miss you nor do I long to be with you. Because when I am finally with you - it will be as though you had never left my side. 

You see me.

I can't deny the torments I face

I'd paint on that facade of mine anyway

A little thorn along the way I'd walk off

A little too late to hope for anything more 

Deny me that ability, that's what you do

The scars I've locked away inside me

I swore they'd never be skin deep

Yet again, you see. You see with enlightened eyes. 

And I cherish you. 

Trickle

When you're down.

They always bring us down. They watch and scrutinize and when they eye your weakness, you’re a dead man. They.

I.  I’d wish that was the case. ‘Cause somehow, I’ve built a replica of “them” inside me. An inbuilt enemy that watches in scrutiny and when it eyes my weakness, I’m on the ground. I think I’ve been here for a long time. I don’t know.  The tunnel is long and dark and it feels like I haven’t moved an inch. I thought that I may have moved on, further perhaps outrunning this inbuilt predator. But who am I kidding? 

Every time. That same dark tunnel. That same stone cold floor. That same feeling of being numb and stationary. 

Dusty poetry

A cloud blocked the sun from view
Hiding my path in its shadows
I swore I'd never fall for your
Schemes but somehow I fell deeper instead
In my deepest trenches I laid
Still on my back as you towered over me
And in that deep trench I found
a side of you I'd failed to see

Baby, you are a curse upon my soul
I swear I saw the devil stir in your wake
Honey, stop your scheming and revolting plans
Just thrust the dagger into my chest

All I Need

The notes play quietly at the epicentre of this room, passing with Dolce through the melody line. It's disputed mass building warmth in me as I close my eyes in ecstasy. The music paints a vivid picture of stars dotting the black sky. My breath slows down and at once I am home.  

The room I live in is empty. I don't feel the cold shudders at it's wake. They may whisper, they may shout and I may doubt at an instant. But never will I kneel again. I stand my ground and I say I don't need. When the time comes, so shall he. For now, I'll close my eyes once more. And the love in music is all I need.