Saturday 26 November 2016

Reckless


It shocks me the things I'd be willing to do for you,
The doors I'd close and the ones I'd skip through,
The people I'd let down, and the ones I'll woo.
It gets me every time, the lengths I'd cross for you,
The things I'll say, and the prices I'll pay,
To have you, even for a day.
It never fails to surprise me, the cacophony in my head,
The chaos you bring to my soul when we're tangled up between sheets of my bed.
I'm constantly in awe of the lines I've crossed
To love you despite the things I've lost,
I've lost my sanity and all common sense.
For I'm guided by the future I see for us
Ignorant of our past,
tense that you don't see,
How crazy I've turned out to be.
For you have shown me a side to me I've never known before,
You've proved I'm more than I could ever show
the others.
Flowers shining in the light of the sun,
pale in comparison to the sparkle of your eyes when you look at me and say I'm the one.
Learn
that I've beat my own standards when it comes to loving now
For I've become someone no one recognizes anyhow.
But they see me, and they say
You've never looked better than you do today.
For there is a glow in my eyes,
From getting rid of the lies
my heart tries so hard to hide.
There is a lightness in my step,
from good riddance of the hate kept inside.
I'm experiencing a soul of my own
one that always belonged but felt so disowned
become one with me again.
Send any challenge my way now,
And I will surprise myself and you,
With the things I would do
To overcome all obstacles that will stand in my way
Of loving you, wholly, right, and always.

Wednesday 9 November 2016

Magic and Things


I am drawn to you like the tides are to the state of the moon,
you in your phases, lighting up the darkest parts of me,
controlling the waves of emotions that swim through my veins,
flawed, yet pure, white as snow,
I know,
that if you were to decide where the stars roam at night,
we would gaze at the skies in awe at the sight,
at the constellations and the show they put on
until the sun kisses me at dawn,
and tries to distract me from you,
with a warm, bright morn.
But I am faithful, and yours,
and devoted to your way with the stars.
Lay with me on the cool grass,
and maybe the night won't pass by too fast.
At last,
I will know what it is to hold
a celestial marvel
You can startle me
with a kiss close to heaven,
and we can talk nineteen to the dozen
with not a care in the universe.
Immerse yourself
into the beauty of the night
while we dream together of a land of knights
and princesses
and you can dance with me
fall in the recesses
of our love
I will confess to you, and you to me
that there is no beauty far superior
than sharing the love that the stars in the galaxy know well,
than understanding, that for the earth, the moon will always glow.
Hell, nothing more beautiful, than the sheen in your eyes
when I gently, but inevitably fall into bliss
of losing myself in the skies you have for lips.
This is beauty, this right here.
This universe of stars inside your soul,
is my world, my story, now told.

Tuesday 8 November 2016

Monday Gyan


If you ever find yourself in a place that makes you unhappy
Move. Run. Get out.
In a world that already throws enough hate around, the last thing you need is 'choosing' to stay and settle for 'toxic'.
There are situations and people that are capable of ruining us, manipulating us, and bullying us around.
Standing up for yourself not only becomes difficult, but after repeated efforts, turns redundant.
Toxic people and toxic situations won't change. And when things don't change for you, you should deal with it yourself. Move on.
Life' s so short, my friend, your regrets will pile up and touch the sky when it actually should be you reaching for the stars.
The things you know will bring you happiness will remain a dream until you push yourself ahead. Have the courage to give yourself a life you deserve. Have the self respect to back down from things that don't do you good, and accept change. Grow.
Because if you stop, the world will grow out of you.
Put in that extra effort to be good to yourself.
Had a bad day at work? Go home and practice a hobby that helps you relax or brings you joy.
Find something to do aside from waking up, going to work/college and repeating the same thing all over again for the rest of your life.
Fill your days with people who help you grow into a better person, and people whose lives will change by having you around.
Let your actions be more inspiring than your words and be open to learning.
Appreciate, like there is no tomorrow, say Thank you for the smallest of things and count your blessings instead of problems.
Friends, we're all here for a while, do good things, things you will be remembered for. Things that make you indispensable.
Make your mark, and make memories.
Daily, try and put a smile on at least one person's face,
and most importantly- never neglect family. For even if the universe gives up on you, they will be your safe landing, your home.
Have faith. Always keep the faith and believe in something.
Choose love, and if it lets you down, choose it again anyway.
We're all we got. In the end, it doesn't matter who wins or loses. Pray that we all make it.

Thursday 3 November 2016

The Book of You


The book of you
is the book I want to spend the rest of my life writing,
fill it with stories that make you, you
and words that tell of your soul,
stitch together sentences that speak of your truth
and punctuate them with symbols of grace
and style, and every virtue you hold,
quote every love you've shared, shy or bold,
recite every poem of your heart that remained untold.
The book of you
will be lined with silver,
and covered in gold.
and when they hold it, let them feel
the heaviness of your heart
and see the light in your eyes
let their fingers caress the words you spoke,
the lies, the cries and the unforgettable goodbyes.
When they hold you, they will feel,
what it is to touch a soul made of steel.
Strong, young, always made to yield,
they will relive the wars you fought,
through life's battlefield.
With every page they turn,
let them learn what it is to burn for love,
to fall to ashes and yearn for love.
to die to one self.
only to be kept on a shelf
and gather dust
or rust.
What does it matter,
the former or the latter
both tell a story of being forgotten
a memory gone stale, rotten.
No, I will not let them taint,
I will not shorten
your story, your tale
for you have always been my ale.
I will dare not disguise
your truth as lies
I promise you,
the world will know
Why I loved you,
and why I didn't keep you.
Why I wrote you
but then couldn't read you.
The book of you
is the book I want to spend the rest of my life writing.