Obsessed

My nights are never lonely

since i've seen you around,

you've come in my dreams constantly

and i'm glad it's you that i've found.

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Am amazed by you

taken hard by your ways,

i admire the things you do

am deaf to what everyone else says.

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Your body is a wonderland

but your mind is true paradise,

i wish i could be part of your plan

that one for your ultimate prize.

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Please be less cruel and more kind

by letting me be your indian hemp,

i can infest your mind like how you did mine

as you light me up beside your bedside lamp.

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I know am nothing but a stranger

while you're a great philosopher,

but is it a crime to just wonder

how we would be like together?

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You know nothing about me

while i know everything about you,

one fine day i will let you see

when our time together is due.

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For now i will wait patiently

and watch you by your window,

while you carry on diligently

i will wait for a better tomorrow.

Photograph : Voices__by_contessanera

A Poet's Soliloquy : In My Head

                Every day I awake to a million voices whispering in my head. One voice rings out clearer than the rest. When I listen to this voice intently, it drowns out the cries of the others. Some days this voice rings clear and true, some days it just disappears so effortlessly. It goes missing when I turn to look for it. Why does it abandon me when I need it? Why does this North Star of voices come with such a cost?

          The other voices sometimes sing in unison, like angels in the sky. Those same voices sometimes shriek like those demons from the underworld. Those are the million voices in my head. Every day they greet as I start my day, every day they kiss me goodnight as I fall asleep. Then even in my sleep they infest my sweetest dreams and cloud my worst of nightmares. They never leave me. Most times they suffocate me.

          What do I do with these voices? Do I listen to one? Do I listen to them all? Do I ignore them? Should I feed them? Should I help them? This kind of torment should be some kind of punishment, and not taken daily like some kind of supplement. I look as calm as an unrippled lake, but I feel as if I’m in the midst of an earthquake. I am looking for a secret window to escape, point it out to me for your own sake. The longer you make me wait, the sooner you will meet your fate.

          See now, blame it on those voices. Their making me loose my precious mind. My precious mind… Wait… Could it be? Could it really be?? That it’s not these voices… That their just plain old noises? Noises that drown out the truth; noises in this soundproof booth. The booth is my mind, and my mind is not kind, why could I not read the signs, was it because I forgot to read between the lines?

          At last I knew it was too good to be true, my mind was always hiding the clues, I was blinded by the conventional rules, I never understood my voices cues. Alas wretched mind, it was you all along, playing me like a song, over and over again for too long, enjoying watching me being so lost and forlorn. But I understand now, I will no longer bow, this will be the last time you see me scowl, you’ve played your last foul. Goodnight cruel mind, you were definitely one of a kind. I know now to listen to my voices, I know now they were never mere noises.

          As I reach for my gun, don’t you dare run, it’s no use to look for the sun, you’re done. Say your goodbyes... Stop your sighs, don’t waste your cries and bury those lies. As I pull the trigger, I wonder about the moments we’ve shared together, I always thought you made me better, now I know that you were just another hater. Die now and let me be, go to the depths of the sea, don’t ever come back to me, go now for I have set you free.

Release me. We are free. 

Artwork : lost_in_the_unknown_voices_by_agnes_cecile

Chasing Dreams

             I am surrounded by light that blinds me, that shines on me, that consumes me.  Amidst this light, it feels foreign but still good.  Strange but still familiar. New but nevertheless exciting. I’ve always imagined it, I knew it would be like this, but not exactly like this. I’ve seen this play so many times before, as if I was acting in it myself. So calculated, so in tune, so perfect. It plays as well as an orchestra  plays symphonies. I made this and now it’s done, I am here, at last. I made this feeling, and now I have it. I made this dream, I’ve chased it, and now I’ve caught it.

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                What if I never made it? What if I never imagined it? What if I never thought of it? Would I have ever reached these heights? Would I have had a peak? Any peak? Could I live without a mountain to climb? Would i? Would I choose to do it all again? To create this stage, to imagine this victory, to feel this triumph… to stand amidst this light once more.  Could I? Would i? If it came from my head, shouldn’t I relive it every day? Instead of setting my own parameters, shouldn’t it already be in the palm of my hands? Not something far away, where I have to fight across to. So what do I do?

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                What are dreams? Where do dreams come from? Where do they belong? When do dreams come true? Do I need a dream? Do I want one? Why do I dream? What if I never dreamed? What if I never built castles in the air? What if I lived every day without chasing something I made up? Rather to live every day the way it is, walking along rather than running and chasing an abstract form. The more I chase, the more this form becomes concrete. The faster I run the harder I hit that very concrete wall. I am then in the room I created, the room I built, the room filled with light.

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                I could run, but I don’t want to. I could win, but I don’t want to.  I could have it all, but I don’t want to. Not anymore. Not like this. I’ve had it all, all along. I still have it, I can make it appear and disappear as much as I like. I can stand in the light as often as I want. I could have always done it. Makes me want to laugh and cry! But I won’t, I don’t have to. Instead I’ll just smile, as I walk into my light, where I will always be. Never to leave. Here is my light, here is my peace, here is me. Here is where I will always be.

A Dancer's Escape

Poem Inspired by 'Rock That Body - Black Eyed Peas' ;

Play & Escape! ;)

It's just like any other night,

I stand waiting under the spotlight.

On cue, the music explodes into the air,

like a lion, I then proudly step out of my lair.

Those infectious beats  create an euphoria,

and I just start breaking into a hysteria.

Impossible to take control, I let go,

into the night, I keep asking for more.

Slipping into an unbreakable trance,

everyone disappears; so no one sees my dance.

My heart throbs in my ears,

as I pump out every one of my fears.

The music makes me move,shake and break my body,

it is sweeter than any kind of candy.

I escape with every hit of the rhythm,

no one can take away this kind of freedom.

Artwork : Another_by_rgquarkup

Simple Truth

I am you, like you are me.

Why is that so hard to see?

                                                    Manisha JM

Photograph : Anjal_by_Lazulyte

The One

I walked across these plains

oblivious to the love and pain

that everyone seems to feel in this game

day in and day out it was always just the same.

This went on and on, till i met him

till he unknowingly picked me at a whim

he smiled my way and everything went dim

and suddenly in that room it was only me and him.

We talked and laughed it all out

he knew exactly what he was talking about

i couldn't help falling for him throughout

apparently he was also unwillingly caught.

Hours chillin' easily turned to days

it was just me and him under the sun's rays

we didn't care about what strangers would say

we were constantly high in our own unique way.

Our short time together had to come to an end 

sadly we were hit while going around a bend

our great minds and kindred spirits try to comprehend

when we would be able to see each other again.

He had to leave to be the man he was going to be

and i had to stay behind so unwillingly

At that time we couldn't just let things be

so even miles apart we still talked daily

Those days have evolved into sweet years

and am still stuck on him like a curse

everytime he smiles he makes it worse

along with his captivating mind, he allures...

Once i was impatient and grew worried

that we might never get to lay back and share stories

and whisper into each other ears, our dreams and fears

since distance never really makes things easier.

But am glad to say i've grown stronger

now understanding and no longer needing to ponder

or worrying about our distant future together

for i know it'll be good, as long as we have each other.

Artwork : Holding Hands by Dina-bv

The Last Straw

It just get's better every time you watch it...