my incomplete world.

in a world full of people my world is incomplete a ton of love lying around not one to love sincerely the ridiculousness of loneliness is that it is self-content in me i need people to know i need not them too close the desire to be desired yet not to desire as much is…

the fear of a loss…

some days a cloud floats into my universe on some days, it is painful without a reason how do i console myself in absence of tears its weird the way the day ends in a blink and i am left with myself with the fear the fear of a loss, the fear of a wound…

the guilt of a word.

the guilt of a word misspoken can hold you down for long if not cautious enough you would soon realize that something unintentional spoken out of naivete so can cause unseen cracks and gloomy clouds causing you many a sleepless nights and making it hard for you to smile its hard to bear especially when your own words…

what a woman wants.

you know what a woman wants? to be the most beautiful, adored, admired, loved and cuddled; to be held like none other; to be special and cherished. her world deep inside is all about her worth her need to be irreplaceable is an unending craving since the moment she is born and her eyes open…

the right to forget and not forgive.

I am wounded still though a year passed someone somewhere is a culprit of the mess he has made of me how can I forgive, I cannot but can I forget, I must like clouds moving on to dissipate my heart’s moisture too must fall dry I must remember that life is short and time…

sweet November.

Oh that love that was lost last November still in disease over something so vague the morning mist and a melody are sufficient to remind me of a face, someone I loved perhaps But could never ascertain Who knows where life will take him where will this journey lead me I wonder only a sweet…

can’t help but love

somethings about you may draw out of people a deep disgust for you yet, they define you in ways you cannot deny you love yourself for reasons that the world will never accept and that is fine with you your space in this universe solely occupied by your body a chunk of air that was…

and your blog will love you back…

its not that you find real love without really trying for it but it is not that it does exist for you to actually find it there are people who never discover the beauty of it or the gentleness of it yet they know in their hearts somehow… how it feels if not mutual its…

when you realize that you were wrong…

sadly enough time cannot rewind itself nor can one heal the wounds of a kind heart’s biography its as immortal as conscience almost as much as the spirit like shadows cast upon light or scars made on pure intentions it remains to be a mark of the dark and unforgettable and you know it was your fault…

non-failure is not equal to success.

you think you failed you didn’t you think you succeeded and you did not a grey block is where you stand while watching life moving on and lagging behind at the same time you cannot do anything about it cause you were born ‘average’ a dangerous word indeed cause those who failed can succeed their…

impressions.

stained me standeth their gaze carving my form the clouds clear to spot the sun right above my head scorching me with their burning judgments do I have to oblige to what you shape me to be am I not free enough to commit a sin merely for the sake of self protection I wonder…

someone has died somewhere.

he died today anonymously saddened, pained his breath as it vanished the air’s scent grew dim someone somewhere is no more and how many really care we are the same old humans more like animals indifferent to death to pain to sadness of someone else we merely stare as the news changes so does our…