The Yellow One...

Thinking of you makes me hungry,

and im not sure why...

Do i miss those amazing muffins you make,

or was it your heart that was as sweet as cake...

Do i miss your choclates that i preffered to cocaine,

Or was it the way you kissed away my pain....

Do i miss the cheeese cake and Ice cream,

Or your love that completed my dream...

Was it that brilliant banaana split,

Or the way you amused me with your wit...

Was it the choaclalte moouse,

or the way your company set me loose...

My fridge when opened looks like an empty desert,

Without your Lakes of Chocalate,

Plains of Black forest,

and clouds of whipped cream...

But that does't matter anymore

Its not your deserts i miss,

Its the way you cooked me bliss...

And at the moment salty realisation hits me,

Its not my stomach thats hungry,

its my heart...

Why...

I look like I feel down,

but you don’t notice that im underground...

You smiled and laughed at everything I said,

brought strange emotions into my head...

Spoke words that cuddled me like a child,

Now your gone and you’ve left me running wild...

What is it that you meant to say,

Why did you loose interest along the way?

You had your fun and left me in the middle of paradise,

but after you left its like a desert in disguise...

I don’t know who I am anymore,

even happiness feels like a bore, when your not around....

Its like Your fucking with my head,

But you leave me alone in bed...

When you don’t reply to my texts you tear me apart,

Cause I know all your texts by heart...

You might have forgotten me by now,

But im affected by that thing they call love... 

But its just not fair, this whole thing,

cause I went ahead and bought you a ring...                                                                    

But im not that stupid, so ill move on,

And forget you with booze and porn...

 

Love these days...

Love is not a Product that you can find, 
Its a gift that you get when two hearts combine... 

Of late people search for it all their lives, 
They have made love a cheap tool to find wives... 

Love is not a destination that you should try to reach, 
When its time it will come to you like a wave on a beach... 

Love is not something you can feel at first glance, 
nor is it created through romance... 

Like death you will feel love someday, 
No Matter what fate will show you a way... 

When young, our emotional out bursts tempt us to taste, 
Desperation makes us hunt fot it with haste, 
At the end of the day you realise that it was all a waste... 

Its been said time and again, 
That love has more to do with the heart than with the brain... 

It cannot be created easily like fire, 
Its like lightning and requires emotions that are higher... 

Love is beauty that you cannot see, 
Without it humanty cannot be...

My Generation

My Generation...

 

We are the new wave of our race,  

The architects of our own maze…

 

We work hard for what we desire,

But soon boredom extinguishes our fire…

 

We always search for something new,

But before long with it we are through…

 

We have Dreams that get bigger by the day,

But we don’t work on them,

And as dreams they stay…

 

The confidence in ourselves we tear apart,

When we don’t finish what we start…

 

We try to grow up as soon as we can,

But we want to be kids when they call us a man…

 

All our money and time we spend to get high,

We spend even more in rehab as our insides die…

 

Purpose is a concept we don’t really understand,

Yet success we demand…

After he leaves…

 

All alone in pain you cry,

Because your old man just had to die…

 

You sit down and into his hands you weep,

As he lies motionless in eternal sleep…

 

The hands that carried you when you were born,

The hands that guarded you from every thorn…

 

The hands that toiled night and day to send you to  school,

But you’d bunk just to look cool…

 

The hands that fed you when with hunger you cried,

Stayed with you till those tears had dried…

 

Then with your hands his eyes you closed,

Eyes that wanted to see you happy and hail,

But you never even bothered to send him some mail…

 

Thoughts of your future always filled his mind,

But to call him on his birthday,

You never found the time…

 

He made sure you had every chance to excel,

Even if he had to go through hell…

 

All he wanted in return was to spend a day with you,

But you said you had too much to do…

 

He trusted you when he knew you lied,

To teach you right from wrong he tried....

 

Its far too late now,

But suddenly you have so much time and love,

Looking at you he laughs from the skies above….

 

More than friends...

 

Unhealthy and unclean are my thoughts,

When I watch you walk around in those shorts…

 

To say that I’ve never felt this way before would be a lie,

But my feelings for you change as the days goes by…

 

Every year I call you that best friend of mine,

But this year I want you to be my valentine…

 

I know you’re my best friend ,

But that’s not the way I want it to end…

 

I’m not sure I know how to ask you out,

You might kiss me or you might yell and shout…

 

But I can’t keep these feelings inside anymore,

The pressure is building up like inside a volcanoes core…

 

No one understands me  like you do,

And you know it’s the same for you too…

 

But it would be a bloody mess,

If you don’t say yes,

Later things would be as awkward as dancing without a dress…

 

Its like beer,

You know its not gonna get you all that high,

But you like drinking it,

And you don’t know why…

 

I’m standing on a high wall,

Either way I’m gonna fall…

 

Cause if I ask you, we might not be friends anymore,

But if I don’t my heart will go sore…

 

But what if your feeling just like me,

Suffering from the same melancholy,

And you don’t know what to do….

 

But then we will never know,

Until that question at you I throw…

 

I wish me luck,

Cause I want you to be with me in the end,

Be more than just a friend…..

 

 

 

 

Nothingness...

Nothingness is all around,

Its nothing but its as solid as the ground...

It Shapes my life and the things around me,

Its like a gun in my face that I cant see,

but nothingness will always be...

People smile to generate love,

but i can't relate to it somehow...

I feel nothing when she holds my hand,

I feel nothing when I’m hanging on by a strand...

They tell me I feel nothing,

not because of everything and everyone,

but instead,

cause its all in my head...

But i still feel nothing when she’s with me in bed,( And no, it has nothing to do with my Masculine potency)

I feel nothing when my wrists are bleeding red...

Its like trying to grab thin air,

People will just say that there is nothing there,

But without it you'll die,

that i swear...

We struggle now to be happy later on,

but when you finally get there,

you realize the most of your time is gone...

You might fight your greatest fight,

but inevitably ,

in the end, death will bite...

We all have our versions of right and wrong,

but they always change before long...

We still strive for a purpose in this world,

Because then, even nothingness has to be made out of something...

At the garden of time...

These lines are built on regret, forged by memories that I will not forget.

This was when I was young and a fool, though I thought I was cool…..

I once lived in a garden with beautiful flowers of every color, shape and kind

With their looks they captured my mind….

Immaturity clouded my sight,

and made day look like night…

Back then the roses were all gorgeous and red,

They would have been amazing in my bed….

The tulips were cute and tender,

For hours my imagination they did render…..

I searched for a companion that would sit next to my heart,

To glue me up if I were ever torn apart…

Then I saw a fat bulb near the side ,

It looked plain and boring,

and I did not realize what was inside…

The time had come for me to choose….

They all begged to be chosen,

But by temporary beauty my heart was frozen….

Just for the looks I picked the rose,

For its fragrance tickled my nose,

It was fun and pretty all night long,

We laughed together and even sang a song…..

But then over time I grew,

My thoughts were set right,

The day had come and I was hit by the light…

The rose had now faded and its love had gone…

I was left with just the thorn…

But the bulb in the side had blossomed at sun rise,

It had grown in beauty and size…

The lotus was noble and true,

It was as pure as the morning dew.

For only if I had looked into her a bit deeper...

I rushed back to her ,but was too late

She had found another to love,

And now she’s far away like the skies above…