Yes, you are free
to nurture those feelings

Feed them dreams and hopes
And let them
germinate incessantly
Into a chaos inside you!

Yes, you are free
to take your time
And segregate them
as you like.

But be sure
about the one
Whom you have
restlessly chosen
To harvest them...

Your orchard of strawberries,
red and bright
They may claim
as land of carcasses
Barren with pits
of black blight!!

Pwac..

I remember how much you loved the rain
You said this is the best thing ever
in the world full of lesions and pain
and this is nature's way of mass healing
to cool down our burning hearts
so that we can care more and love again.

I learn
when you break my heart
and I burn
when you stab my soul
and still
I believe
these breaks and burns
make me
such a passionate lover
and then
I love you again
due to the lust
for the pain...

What would I be without "the fear" of losing you
this fear is the fuel that keeps me alive.
this fear rejuvenates my love for you every morning.

The reason for this fear?
the incomprehensible doubt in my mind
"What did I do so great to deserve you?"
Is it that "you are with me at your will."
And someday like the wind changes
you will change your mind
and seek for a better and bright on your side
and then I am determined once again
"That day shall not come, not on my watch."
"I am gonna be your MAN for all of your seasons."
This is when "the fear" hits hard again
and I am ready to go all the distances
just to be with you in every lane...

The day she said goodbye,

I

Lost control,
Overdosed on
****** and
Exhaled all the
Desires to go sane.

HELPLESSLY hopeful.
ENDLESSLY enraged.
RESPITED from breathing again.

Letters in a bundle
INKED with
KISSES of her
Electrocuted my brain.

A goodbye my poison, my bane.

Lunatic nights,
Oblivious days,
Venom in the air,
ESSENCE of the pain.

Starcrossed and ******.
Overdue love and lust.
Never enough for your trust.
Gave her the gold, the dust remains...

straighten your bow
there is an immense contentment
in trying hard,
standing on your toe,
not waiting for the applause,
at the end of the show,
zero ***** to give
for faces that fall down
when your answer is "No"...

Surrender if you can't do
or
render if you want to
there is no place
for a defeatist, a flaccid mace.

Cry if you feel so
or
try if you can take the blow
no one remembers the grey
the ashes are forgotten in the tray...

Lie if you feel insecure
or
die in the quest to procure
the wind gratifies the soul
who walks against it with a hunger for galore

Defy if you can't take the heat
else
Comply if you expected the beat
don't sulk and forfeit the game
stand steady and take all the blame

Unite if you dare to share
else
Divide if you can't be fair
The trophies just shine for a while
Later, they gather dust in the exile

Believe if it invades your sleep
else
Relieve if it's beyond your keep
Don't make promises, you cannot tend
Don't demean the hopes, you cannot transcend

Walk the road for the sake of the journey
And
Talk if your words quench their yearnings
There is no pride in yelling the sermons to the mass
the words will finally bounce back and hit you at last....