Saturday, April 30, 2011


The eyes are wet and the pain oozes out,
Speaks of the thousand unfulfilled instinctive moments.

The bubble of expectations has burst out in vain,
With the hopes out, nothing resides within.

A resounding thinker remains lonely,
To reflect on the unending thoughts that constantly resonate.

The thoughts inflicted with a constant flinching,
Of something withdrawn and withheld, unfair and unjust.

Why did destiny choose me is the far cry,
What made me deserve this despite devout benediction?

Its time I retaliate the rumblings of this distorted soul,
And torch my feelings out despite the repressive yet blissful ignorance.

So hold my trembling hand and take me high,
Let me off from the farthest sky.

Let me fall precariously in the vast emptiness you see,
Touch my soul, ignite my spirit and liberate me..