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…