Illuminated

It was easy to breath,
But hard to live

Watching the world through hell’s gate
Wrestling my demons by the day,
And chocking on my screams in the dark

An illusion it seemed,
Vivid, a smudged line between,
The realm of reality,
And edges of a nightmare

The heart grew cold,
To fear and hope,
But hate and misery,
The cloaks it wore,
On the path of vengeance

To the heavens,
In their silence,
Hiding above the clouds
Shielding the sun from my soul
An empty shell,
And a withered spirit

May be,
We don’t know the light,
Until we’ve been in the dark,
We don’t see why we live,
Until we’ve found,
That to die for
To lose our souls

And so I awoke,
Into a dawn,
That life could be beautiful again,
With a new reason,
To live, die,
A legacy,
In a hall of fame,
Where my name rests

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All was lost

A dead man hopes not,
Lays still to return to dust

We were drowning,
Heads tucked inside,
Our woolen coats

How low would we sink?
The weight of our misfortune,
Heavy on our shoulders
In the ocean of despair

The sun faded within the ripples,
From our wearying arms,
And intensifying darkness
To accept the reaper’s scythe
And meet  blades of judgement

I changed

The fact that you left,
On that same day,
Did I change

A heart shuttered,
Bruising my soul,
And these scars to bear

Did I find love again?
Falling from a cliff,
Where you left me crying,

Did I wish me dead?
When this heart ached endlessly,
Through the many winter nights

Oh! yes I did!
Cuddled edges of my pillow,
And sobbed to never let go

Before the sun came,
And dried my tears,
With rays of golden light

Along with melodic harmonies,
Of weavers and sparrows,
That it was just a past,

And that the future,
Stood, not far away,
With his arms, wide open,
To heal my wounds

The intelligent fool

The secrets of his soul
Hidden within the fabrics of the night
Away from the shame of the sun

He takes subtle steps,
Searching chambers of a wench,
From rays of a hollow moon

A wise man he imagines
Feeding his Frankenstein,
To quench his boiling lust

Oh! An Intelligent fool,
A beautiful noose he winds
Around his frail neck

Tethering his reputation,
On a decaying post,
To become but a slave,
When his past comes to light

Banner of love

The bruises of yesterday,
Still bleeding on this morning,
How we got here?
I don’t know.

May be silence is love,
Between to two souls
Heavy with care,
And afraid to ruin the sand castle,
On a beach, that our hands molded

May be the heavens know,
Of legends and their tales
Their peaks and falls
Before painting history
Within the banners of their names

May be we are just one of those tales
Our stars matching from a distant past
Within this present of a milky way
Heavy with clouds of tears,
But smile at the sunrise
And hope we remain, together,
Our souls as one
On this banner of love

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Falling

I see it’s depth
An abyss of darkness
Drowning in my shadow
As thoughts chew on my consciousness

How low must I fall?
Before the sky disappears,
The sun into a star,
Fading into a black hole,

To return, or be lost,
Patience, a virtue of time,
A ticking clock,
That unsettles my heart

Frustrated, depressed,
Angry, lost
Hopeless, and lonely
Within a lunatic mind

Lost love

Mirror, mirror,
By the wall he hungs,
A little flame on a melting candle,
Dancing beautifully within his cornered edges

She whispers, asking,
“who’s the fairest of all? ”
“In this room drowning in darkness,
And of the night, young and calm”

His voice vibrating and clear,
“truly in this room, you, above all”
“But of this night, lone and quiet,
The bright star besides the shadow of her moon”

“Gracefully they travel many nights,
Across valleys and plains,
Beyond deserts and thick forests,
And over endless covers of unknown waters”

“Together, I have seen many seasons,
Through the freezing cold of a jailing winter,
And the scorching heat of a summer hell
As like always, glancing through that window from this wall”

“Attracted to her beautiful twinkles,
From the beginning of this world,
To this very moment, with each passing second,
And may be, to the world’s end”

She dances once and twice
Bitter, broken by the weight of his words,
Before, finally, blown out of life,
To rise as smoke, into the milky way

Painting a dark cloud
That even in her despair,
Her tears shall fall to soak the earth,
To soften, and swallow her beloved mirror

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