A slight hope

It is an endless road like life’s timeless spree,
The burdens of which don’t set our minds free.
So I have no clue of what is happening now,
Because my heart’s in a constant state of slumber somehow.

Waking me up everyday but without a sense of life,
Feels little, as if I’m sleepwalking in broad daylight.
Though at dusk, I see a spark of light on a dark forest path,
But not a hint of it in my own shallow heart.

That stays lost but with a slight hope,
That someone someday will find me.
And wake me up from this dreadful dream.
Erase all memories, that give and snatch life’s gleam.
Flow my remains, the ashes of our love in a holy stream.
And prepare for my anxious soul to finally rest in peace.

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Still in love

The sun to my day and the cool to my mind.

Without you, this world is dark and a place unkind.

For you are the breeze that makes my spirits fly,

Your absence for me means suffocation under wide open sky.

The food to my soul and light to my spirit,

Why shouldn’t I call you the reason of my being.

For without you, this world is an abyss dark,

And I seek solace from every memory, every scar.

That childlike smile, that innocent face,

The seamless ways in which you enter my mind space.

Yes, I am making many attempts to rise above,

But you can’t hate me while I’m still in love.

Far you are from me today, but tell me how I should separate

Your presence from my life, when you are the blood in my veins.

And I ask myself


Recalling the glorious moments you brought to life,
When you pushed me on stage under full limelight. 
Then snapping myself back into the reality of today,
When thinking of our ruins, my fate loses its light. 
And I ask myself,
Are you my deepest fear or my whole might? 

When I am enduring some of my life’s greatest aches,
I think of you and in that second, every physical feeling fades.
And I ask myself,
Are you my pain or my biggest solace?

Crazy I think I always have been, but now I do not feel senile.
With your shadow peeking into my life every once in a while.
I ask myself,
Are you my peace or my restlessness?

With every gentle touch of yours, it was as if I was flying,
Now ingesting your anger, it is as if my body feels uncouth.
And I ask myself,
Are you my purity or a reminder of my sinfulness?

The most fulfilled that I felt of myself was when you held me close,
But that was then and ever since that,
I have not been able to cope with your loss.
So today I ask myself, 
Are you everlasting love or my constant misery?
A streak of happiness or my agonizing pain?
My completion or an eternal promise of desolation?
I guess I will always ask myself.