Irony in me

 

Pause and movement, both I seek

Dread and comfort, both run in me

Tired and fueled up,  both I'm

Sick and in need, is my real time

Narrative to be shaken

Talks to be made

Walks to be taken

Stops to be made.

You're building me

 

You’re building me
Stitch by stitch
Each of your words
Fall like a bandage, final one
You, there’s something eternal in there
You’re flowering my brain
My heart starting to shift
You’re making me fall in love
But not just you but with God too
You’re lovely and sweet
You’re bitter, you’re freed
Your efforts are filling in bricks
To my stranded self
I am becoming un-blind 

That’s how you have seen me

Love

I keep on meeting you Love,

Your faceless existence

Your gizzillion entities

I get to know one

I get to know none

All in one

One in all

I see, feel and be you

What am I to be but you?

I merge, I die, I get erased in my flight

I seek, I be, my mutings’ not helping me

You see through the cracks

There are drops in your dress

Your body, your soul

They see me as their own

We are clothed together

I know your soul, a little better

Maybe, I am scared

Maybe, I am flawed

There’s definitely something going on 

Friendship

What is it to be a friend?
The depth I seek, the words I’m told
Are two extremes, on opposite ends
Truth, devotion, selflessness
Too much, mad man, weak to stand for oneself
Isn’t friendship another word for blossom?
Isn’t friednship another word for love?
Why is that later at night, there’s loneliness that lingers within me
My therapist told me I don’t know how to be alone
I say who am I without a friend?
There’s a friend I have known, there’sa friend I long
There’s friend in God, there’s friend in me
Friendship is but two souls devoted for one another
Friendship is the deepest bond there could exist.
I could be called and labelled crazy to want the unattainable
But the heart longs for the friend,

The friend it has had, the friend it would have and the friend that it never got.

Painting in process

 

Half faced doll, Incomplete lego

A stranded building , a house that used to be here

I am a painting in process, an ocean slowly gathering

I am me even when i can't feel it so

The heart pounds almost out of my chest

Words strangling my mind, Sweet love of yours I cherish

My chaos mind chokes me within

Wanting, asking and realities

I leave me alone and anywhere else I be

A strange sensation, a disturbing state, I let go off all my inner space

Lost, angry and scared to death, I'm hiding beneath my smiling self