Travel

Where would I like to go today?

Into the midst of my dreams?

Or to its periphery?

Or all over across it?

I certainly do not know!

I’ll probably just lay low

Inside the psyche,

Mesmerizing to see the terrene the way I desire it to be!

To balance the everlasting heartaches,

Seeing that I cannot give it away,

Is what makes it exceedingly excruciating!

I’m tired,

Tired of building up the walls for anyone to breach in,

Yet they do!

And just when I accept them,

They let lose!

Am I this trivial?

Hardly a 5 when compared in my sight,

Why would anyone count me in?

I’m just a vigilante fighting my own battles and dreams,

Trying to help the masses well-nigh  

Yet fail to stop myself to cry.

Timidity

Quite, dense and the negative decibels,

Screeching the sound of my blood

Flowing through my veins,

Impulsing me to escape.  

Escape this dungeon,

At all cost but my life.

Banging, Whomping, detonating!

Not a bruise.

What are these barricades made of?

Iron? Mithril? Galvorn?

Feasibly my own broods?

Darn! They're my apprehensions. 

Terminating my capability

To surmount.

I’ll not hold back,

I’ll not stop now,

I’ll break through the walls built

Through the terror fused in me.

That’s what it means,

To be brave,

To be courageous,

To be free.

I am absolute. 

I am, me.  

Infatuation

Is this what it means?

To look into your eyes

And forget the world,

Like a juncture slithering in all scenes.

A perky smile

Turn up on my profile,

So cute!

All I can hear is the musical flute.

OMG! Can I hide?

Cannot let her observe me in this plight!

Replied with a hey,

Such a tiny handshake leaves me astray.

Zone out!

Let’s just not focus on that pout!

I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna leave!

But ought to with grieve.

To Let Go

And to let go off of something,

I need susceptible,

To cure the plague caused by the allurement,

Driven myself into the wilderness of introspection.

Vivacious jiffy animated upon,

As if there’s no life to come hereafter.

Will there be a hereafter?

Conceivability negative.

Granted if?

Superior to warm up,

Than to arrive,
And to know there is and you aren't prepared.  

How Often?

How often?

How often do you breathe?

Weekends or week days I believe!

Hallucinate your future

By dwelling your past

Nostalgic is what you are.

How often?

How often do you live?

Every rare moment is what I believe!

Lie occasionally

To keep life intact

Yet ruin your life just for people to attract

How often?

How often do you say?

What you feel or a fouls play?

Kind words

Can’t be said

Harsh words are always confounded

How often?

How often do you listen to you heart?

Crush it with all the mortal part

Do what it says

Enjoy the present

Leave the rest

How often?

How often do you require advice?

Will you take the risk to survive?

Listen to me my dear friend,

Live laugh and cry

And that is how you build your life.

Preposterous Enforcement

I grew up to be what I found was provocative.
Decorous rules,
Rules that are to be more for the label
Alternative for the co-existence of nature.
To which we follow frantically.
For what is it?
To come and suffer us?
Not for peace and tranquillity!
Those prodigious corrupt bastards
Who emphasize on what to and what not to DO,
For the sake of temporal possessions
that lasts no longer than a decade!
Will these guide me to the path of salvation?
Or to the utterance of drama?
I do not know,
Neither do I wish to.
For the reason that these half baked fundamentals
Do not define me,
However, in what I believe does.

What is in Me, that is Vulnerable?

There is a world within me;
The one, no one has ever seen.
I am complicated than you have ever been!
The face you see isn't what you assume to be,
It is far more what you have ever dreamed it to be!

My heart is what you suppose to be rigid and stone!
By what it has endured,
Is what it is to yield.
For not the sake of vengeance towards the world;
But for it to comply to you and for me.


There is a face beneath this smile,
That some has seen;
And there is another one beyond,
That even I have never identified!
The more you speak to me, The more you unearth me!

The shackles that bind me,
The emotions that blind me,
The paths that drive me,
It is in which I feel protected;

It is in which I feel composed.