What if all of our broken bones be used to compose a symphony that we shall play on triumph of humanity?
Note: These words will neither be able to give colors to your suffering like the painters nor be able to recite you a melody to help you tame your demons. These are nothing but cold strings meant for strangling yourself on a nasty Sunday morning till you realize now is the time to wake back [...]
I must now tell you a lore of an ancient light, Written not in words that would wound back of your mind, But jotted in between my revelations, Of timelessness in this life, For the stage is set and in this ache, all of my heaviness lies, He the one who was not a lie, [...]
While I rape this town red tonight would you wish that your soul could swim in virgin's blood again, just once? Would you ever be brave enough to confess that I filled courage in what used to be called my heart (which now is just something left perforated from all the exit wounds I left [...]
I have always reminisced about seeing reflection of your collar bone under the pale moonlight and finding myself mesmerized and in awe of your beauty but on some very special occasions like now I stood there watching clouds cover us from above and on those very nights from the cosmos they hid behind them you [...]
I can see parts of you through these tired eyes, all timid and skittish concealed beneath the music notes that spread like white sheets on my bed while my fingers trace these creases as if they were the strings attached to your soul and I for once was the one to make a melody flow [...]
It's been a year since I heard of you. I don't even know how are you doing or how well are you coping up with your life these days. Maybe all I want is to reminisce about our numbered days but thinking about it with little courage to spill out the truth, I really think [...]