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…

sublimation.

absorbed on a page are your pains those dark waters of unconscious blisters held by paper your poems are not alien they cannot be abstract because they did not come from a foreign planet but from your very own deeds your joys the tides and sadness the ebbs weave the diagram that you project we…

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…

A small blue home…

Amid all the tense moments of our lives, We are the same old people living In the same old home Of a million years old. Breathing the same air, The same water nourishing our veins; We are but a crowd Estranged in this universal plain, Upon a small blue planet, called home. Even if we…

vague thoughts of a certain someone.

he would smile so well so I thought…. talking to him would make me forget time, and I would just talk unworried… sharing my heart seamlessly… those moments were as I look back today like pearls I still revisit sometimes how it felt and smile but I can not approach him as I could then…

defense.

in the middle of a chaos something in you keeps watch calculating damages reading emotions, unintentionally depressions and escalations speculations of every spoken word its meanings, its constraints, a rain of thorns that might come back haunting unimaginable damages leading to hesitations front and then back seeking assurance a few deliberations a few hurts worrying in…

the bliss of zero.

don’t know why but churning words is a hassle once I draw a line mid-air I can not redraw it life’s ambitions fade in importance when looked upon from above everything is zero from a vantage point where you feel at ease wishing if you could stop to breathe how nice that would be a…

When you stop to walk…

Sometimes it’s just how things turn out to be; the world leaves you behind and you wonder where you can go; your home seems far, and your heart feels restless. It is then that you think about all things backwards; where you might have made a mistake, why is it that only you have to…

mist of thoughts.

I wonder why when I write what I feel then and there my worries they crumble and flee like a batch of mist rigorously soft yet hard to catch if not for this moment there is none other that can inspire me as much to write what I feel in this very now that is mine…