It is a sin to kill a soulTo kill a lifeTo kill hope and love and innocenceFor something as pureMust be honoured and sought and nurturedAnd for who does commit this sinOf will or against one’s;In jest or as destinedWill carry in his heart A seed of a timeless remorseAnd fateful retribution
Which is worse? Knowing that you will die tomorrow and lose everything you haveOr having lost everything, knowing that you have to keep on living
Are you afraid of dying alone or living alone? Everyone dies alone and if you are afraid of living alone – here’s another question. Why would you be afraid of your own self?
Hear Walls around Closing inHow much longerDo you have to breathe?It is silentSo silentYou can hear your breathQuivers and startsDeep and tryingHow much longer until the last?
Rescue Effort She tried once againTo resuscitate in vainDead musclesCold skinStone heartSo she gives up nowDeath should be gracefulOf the Body or Spirit
About a Vase Broken pieces of coloured ceramicGlued together into a shapeOf a Vase that wasStumble, WobbleBut continue to holdTo fulfill a destinyTo be
Qtn: What would you do If you wereCursedTo always wantBut never haveTo always dreamBut never seeTo long to touchTo yearn to belongTo desire to enterLifeBut always lurk outsideAn Enchanted Gateway Ans:Ask for the password
When all the layers of fears, insecurities, hopes, dreams, imaginations, desparate wishes, obsequious prayers are taken away – you are left with just one thing – A beautiful Emptiness.
Can you live your life in a dreamWhere you create everythingWhere you are in controlWhere your desiresTake forms of fulfillmentEven before they are spoken ofWhere dissapointment are woven in tooTo add some colorBut when something becomesUnbearableAll you need to doIs wake up
Don’t you feel sometimes like you are clutching at sand? Every relationship around you stays only a while like a visiting guest. When even you yourself change with every passing moment, what do you hold on to? Is there anything that stays?
Why would he, no HEThe ever so “powerful, omnipotent, omnipresent”Plant such sorrow in his well meaning onesAllow such imbalance, such injustice Why would he give some such painThat life becomes unbearableWhen I, a mere mortal cannot bear to see itHow does HE?
The vaccum that always existedFeels a little more alive these daysTugging and pulling for attentionSucking strands of remnant optimism Into its hungry vortexI fill it with thingsDancing bellsPoetic reverieseven “dead man’s floats”I’ll catch a playI’ll sing a songI’ll do anything to keep going onAnd probably as beforeI need to do it once moreThrow into the throesOf this insatiate vaccuumThe ultimate fillerTime
I lie on the fringes Of human engagementWatching in silence –Unobserved, invisible Maniacally have Iyearned too to be sucked into This massive human factoryOf love, lust, attachment, – IllusionYet I touch and reboundFrom the core of life Catapulted back to where I started each timeBy quirks of fateConfused if I should be happy or sad That I stay outsideNever engaging Living a half life