what will help cure this madness
this desperate need to flee
I've ran so much some times i don't even know what i'm running from
but i running just as fast as i can
will i ever feel free

He says,
    In your lovely eyes you have
    a combination of blue and grey,
    a pair of strong magnets,
    and a ton of sunshine smiles.

    You have gait and posture of a Pine,
    movements of a classical dancer
    spontaneity as of waterfall
    and matching beauty of the nature.

    I love to have your company.
    We may toss the world on our terms,
    rainbow will be around us
    can you hold my hand for life?

She says,
    You are a tall and handsome man,
    boiling with dazzling flamboyance,
    of all the stallions of the college
    you are old tortoise.
    Your father is a Plutus- god of wealth
    you fly in high branches.
    For Love's sake please let me move
    in my rustic way.

    14.12.2016

Sorrow splits the night
like lightning in the sky.
I see strangers
with an endless reserve
of tears clouding
their red and bag heavy eyes.
Makes me wonder why
they had to live
to see their children die.

I pass by these borders you plan to build
thick brick walls to block you from how
all these strange foreigners feel,
but I will take all the pain they receive,
make their scars a permanent part of me.
I will see this life break me
of all those playful star trek fantasies
of how we will be better human beings.

Cause, I have seen babies wearing bullet holes
like little red onesie, and crimson bibs,

seen pictures of places we will never be,
decimated cities, with scars so deep
that even the stones bleed.

I shudder
knowing we do not need
Hollywood monsters
because real nightmares
exist over there.

Please tell me how
do I move on
from these portraits of pain.

Why am I considered strange for holding out my heart,
Bare,
In the world for all to see?

It's sad isn't it?
When blatant love for humanity
Is weird because you're
"Strangers."

I am no stranger
To love and kindness.
And if it was supposed to only be handed to those who have more time
Under thier belt,
Then I guess my clock is broken.

It could be 1 second
Or 1 year,
But I'll hold you if you feel alone
And I'll talk and listen if you
Need an ear.

My heart is naked out here
And filled with endless care.

I'm not afraid, nor will I ever be afraid,
To bleed for someone.

White Lips,
Pale Face,
Breathing in Snowflakes..