Crowded
Too many voices here
Reckless
Too many lies pretended to be sincere
Our tears are suffocating in time
Numbness strokes our soul
We've no more reflections to withhold
For we're the lie above all and beyond
Stranded
Too many prayers left unheard
Cold
Too many hearts have been interred
Why are so many hands bare of loves warmth?
Instead flooded with sullen air and vapid explanations
Just creating more puzzles to be solved
Except the missing piece is the compassion yearning to be evolved
Lonely
Too many faces stand dissolved
Tired
Too many eyelids wearing down before sunrise has been absolved
Swaying in our own stories
We are the ones left untold
Hidden behind a love poem or another sad tune
Or maybe among the snow falling down in june
Even under the cracks of the moon...
Our existence will always be questioned
But it cant be denied
Though our bodys may be forgotten and pushed aside
Our memories will be forever standing beside...
Friday 31 August 2012
Monday 20 August 2012
The City Without Lights
Ever stopped for a second?
Just to watch the flickering lights in the city
Ever stayed up all night?
Just to watch the dark kindle with the light
But have you ever wondered,
What it would be like if there were no lights?
Except for the muted shivers of the moon
And the droplets hidden in the winds of monsoon
Where will the beauty go when deprived of simulated glimmer?
How would you find your way without flashing symbols and signs?
What use will a shattered mirror be?
Who will you blame to find a lie to agree?
Confused, you walk the unknown road
Hope the dark will be your companion through the veil
Yet you feel more exposed
For there is no flash to be posed
As your eyes slowly adjust to the nightfall
Your pupils unfold with the awe of a new sight
You let your tears dance with the intrinsic vibrancy
The soil has awoken with the soft scent of benignancy
Your soul speaks through the wings of fireflies
Through the sapphire waves of the ocean
A reflection of a child is formed under the brims of blue
With moist eyes so familiar to you...
Do you remember her?
How she used to smile
Without proudly gained titles before her name
Without a society crafted frame
Although you might feel like a stranger to her
She knows who you are
Although you might think she belongs to the past
She is here to last
Embrace her for who she is
Love her for her genuine flaws
Hold her hand to let her know youre here too
Dont hide her,let her through....
As the dawn greets the city without lights
And the silhouettes are tangled in the crowd
Remember what it was like under moons lost spark
The truth is more visible in the dark...
Just to watch the flickering lights in the city
Ever stayed up all night?
Just to watch the dark kindle with the light
But have you ever wondered,
What it would be like if there were no lights?
Except for the muted shivers of the moon
And the droplets hidden in the winds of monsoon
Where will the beauty go when deprived of simulated glimmer?
How would you find your way without flashing symbols and signs?
What use will a shattered mirror be?
Who will you blame to find a lie to agree?
Confused, you walk the unknown road
Hope the dark will be your companion through the veil
Yet you feel more exposed
For there is no flash to be posed
As your eyes slowly adjust to the nightfall
Your pupils unfold with the awe of a new sight
You let your tears dance with the intrinsic vibrancy
The soil has awoken with the soft scent of benignancy
Your soul speaks through the wings of fireflies
Through the sapphire waves of the ocean
A reflection of a child is formed under the brims of blue
With moist eyes so familiar to you...
Do you remember her?
How she used to smile
Without proudly gained titles before her name
Without a society crafted frame
Although you might feel like a stranger to her
She knows who you are
Although you might think she belongs to the past
She is here to last
Embrace her for who she is
Love her for her genuine flaws
Hold her hand to let her know youre here too
Dont hide her,let her through....
As the dawn greets the city without lights
And the silhouettes are tangled in the crowd
Remember what it was like under moons lost spark
The truth is more visible in the dark...
Tuesday 14 August 2012
Sunday 12 August 2012
Eluveitie-Brictom
I really can't describe how this song makes me feel...its like a journey in the past.Simply beautiful!
Saturday 4 August 2012
Control...
An old poem about losing control while trying to gain it...
Awake again
Under the faded moon
Under the deathly visions of misunderstanding eyes
Gently floating over the sweet scent of an ethereal nightmare
The mordant touch of emptiness once again clinches onto my skin
Taunts me as it slowly settles in
Tainting my hope with a bitter gnaw
Sealed wounds open to let out our sacred tears
Let these streams of silence caress my cheeks
Soon they'll turn into scarlett mirrors on my lips
I'll let each one whisper me their forgotten story
Let them fall freely as I watch their broken shadows hit the floor
I'll pretend that I dont see the reflection beside me
Paint the pain with my screams
Torture myself with the same thoughts of a diseased mind
Dream away the hollow fire burning inside....
What happened?
Did I go too far?
Have I lost myself?
I hate change!
I want stability!
I just wanted some control!
To feel 'whole'.....
Fill up my minds empty hole...
But the more I fed the pain
The more rapacious fear became
Thoughts couldnt slow down anymore
Hours of intrusive silence was all I had
I just wanted control...
And the price was my mortal soul......
Awake again
Under the faded moon
Under the deathly visions of misunderstanding eyes
Gently floating over the sweet scent of an ethereal nightmare
The mordant touch of emptiness once again clinches onto my skin
Taunts me as it slowly settles in
Tainting my hope with a bitter gnaw
Sealed wounds open to let out our sacred tears
Let these streams of silence caress my cheeks
Soon they'll turn into scarlett mirrors on my lips
I'll let each one whisper me their forgotten story
Let them fall freely as I watch their broken shadows hit the floor
I'll pretend that I dont see the reflection beside me
Paint the pain with my screams
Torture myself with the same thoughts of a diseased mind
Dream away the hollow fire burning inside....
What happened?
Did I go too far?
Have I lost myself?
I hate change!
I want stability!
I just wanted some control!
To feel 'whole'.....
Fill up my minds empty hole...
But the more I fed the pain
The more rapacious fear became
Thoughts couldnt slow down anymore
Hours of intrusive silence was all I had
I just wanted control...
And the price was my mortal soul......
Thursday 2 August 2012
The Story Of The Phoenix
One of the most heartwarming memories of my childhood was when my mum would take out the huge book of bedtime stories and read me a story from its magic dusted pages before I went to sleep.I loved letting my imagination fly around the fantasy kingdoms filled with spells,beautiful princesses and handsome princes,houses made out of candy,enchanted forests,true lovers and the best part,happy endings......I remember being so eager to read them myself that I wanted to start school immediately.So until I could start school ,I would gaze at those colourful pages and imagine what the story would be by looking at the pictures.But when I eventually grew up and started reading basically everything I could get my hands on,I realised that not every story had a happy ending,which I have to say was very crushing for me as I always imagined those colourful pictures in a very optimistic and idealistic way.So,recently I've been thinking about this,which made me wonder how I would imagine a story now ,looking at the images of life and decided to write it down.At first I wanted to tell the story using a poem but I decided to try writing in a different style for a change,so its not really good,but i hope you will enjoy it :)
-Once upon a time there was a young phoenix who lived in the luscious woods of Silvanus.A place created only for the creatures of the forest to safely live together in harmony while been protected by the Roman God,Silvanus.Blessed with the sacred drops of rain that nurtured the earth,woods of Silvanus always glowed with emerald luminosity,full of broad leafed trees which were homes to many .But there was one tree bare of the green glimmer,its branches old and tired,holding nothing but a rusty cage drooping down like a shadow of a ghost at night.Inside the cage was where the young phoenix lived.Fearing she would be judged by others,she refused to leave her cage,punishing herself for her flaw of not being able to sing-being a faulty creature on such a flawless place...
She would pretend to sleep all day and ignore the songs sung by the others while inside she always dreamed how it would feel to open her beak and let her essence flow out through the soothing humming of her voice.However, reality caught her dreams when the sun settled down every night and she was left alone in the cage she built herself.Her longing tears would burn in the reflection of the moon,but they could never escape through her eyes- just as she couldnt escape her own self...
Everyday was a constant cycle of struggle with her own mind,body and soul.The yearning for freedom but also the fear of alienation,the need for company but also the dread of clustered isolation woundnt stop haunting her.So the phoenix stayed in her cage as the years passed by and her body weakened.
One night, no less special than the others something different happened for the phoenix resentful of change.As she sat watching the moon like she always did,she suddenly started shivering as a strange feeling of heat started to conduct through her feathers.The heat grew higher with every breath she hassled to take.Oxygen was being suffocated by the heat that soon aflamed burning orange.She was dying before she even begun to live! But all she could think was the years spent under the twisting bars of fear...And for the first time in her life she felt a tingle down her throat and painfully let out a desperate cry,soon followed by a chain of screams that led to a beautiful hymn of despair.She was singing! All of the other birds flew over to the new,beautiful voice they've never heard before, only to see it the phoenix burning in her cage.Everyone was shocked,they didnt know what to do as the phoenix stretched her crimson and gold wings for the first time and with one last sorrowful call, started dissolving into ashes.She had reached infinity...
However,little do we know about the meaning of 'infinity'...The phase of infinity will continue on a circular dimension where a new beginning blooms from every ending.That night wasnt the end for the phoenix,it was the beginning of her new youth.The next morning,when the other speices of birds visited the cage to set her soul free by releasing her ashes to the wind,they were shocked once again. Just as they were going to start,the anemic dust awakened with a tangerine spark,turning into a blaze.The ashes whirled around together gaining speed with the blaze and soon lighted up with a blinding red beam.The beam elegantly formed a shape of golden wings of a reborn young phoenix.She had returned from her own ashes!But this time,she saw her given existence as a gift and not a curse.So with the power of joy,she broke the lock of the cage with her beak and let herself flee to the beryl sky.Feeling the cool air embracing her wings,she let out a crystal tear ,no longer a reflection of her despair but a nourisher of her hope...Knowing she will only be more stronger with everytime her feathers aflame,she started to accept who she is....The young phoenix was now free.
Every strory has an end,but merely a narrator,I dont know what the ending of this story is.Did she live happily ever after? Did she feel less alone? Could she find a place where she belonged? I cant answer that...but I can say that she definitely didnt give up and lived happily ever fighter...
-Once upon a time there was a young phoenix who lived in the luscious woods of Silvanus.A place created only for the creatures of the forest to safely live together in harmony while been protected by the Roman God,Silvanus.Blessed with the sacred drops of rain that nurtured the earth,woods of Silvanus always glowed with emerald luminosity,full of broad leafed trees which were homes to many .But there was one tree bare of the green glimmer,its branches old and tired,holding nothing but a rusty cage drooping down like a shadow of a ghost at night.Inside the cage was where the young phoenix lived.Fearing she would be judged by others,she refused to leave her cage,punishing herself for her flaw of not being able to sing-being a faulty creature on such a flawless place...
She would pretend to sleep all day and ignore the songs sung by the others while inside she always dreamed how it would feel to open her beak and let her essence flow out through the soothing humming of her voice.However, reality caught her dreams when the sun settled down every night and she was left alone in the cage she built herself.Her longing tears would burn in the reflection of the moon,but they could never escape through her eyes- just as she couldnt escape her own self...
Everyday was a constant cycle of struggle with her own mind,body and soul.The yearning for freedom but also the fear of alienation,the need for company but also the dread of clustered isolation woundnt stop haunting her.So the phoenix stayed in her cage as the years passed by and her body weakened.
One night, no less special than the others something different happened for the phoenix resentful of change.As she sat watching the moon like she always did,she suddenly started shivering as a strange feeling of heat started to conduct through her feathers.The heat grew higher with every breath she hassled to take.Oxygen was being suffocated by the heat that soon aflamed burning orange.She was dying before she even begun to live! But all she could think was the years spent under the twisting bars of fear...And for the first time in her life she felt a tingle down her throat and painfully let out a desperate cry,soon followed by a chain of screams that led to a beautiful hymn of despair.She was singing! All of the other birds flew over to the new,beautiful voice they've never heard before, only to see it the phoenix burning in her cage.Everyone was shocked,they didnt know what to do as the phoenix stretched her crimson and gold wings for the first time and with one last sorrowful call, started dissolving into ashes.She had reached infinity...
However,little do we know about the meaning of 'infinity'...The phase of infinity will continue on a circular dimension where a new beginning blooms from every ending.That night wasnt the end for the phoenix,it was the beginning of her new youth.The next morning,when the other speices of birds visited the cage to set her soul free by releasing her ashes to the wind,they were shocked once again. Just as they were going to start,the anemic dust awakened with a tangerine spark,turning into a blaze.The ashes whirled around together gaining speed with the blaze and soon lighted up with a blinding red beam.The beam elegantly formed a shape of golden wings of a reborn young phoenix.She had returned from her own ashes!But this time,she saw her given existence as a gift and not a curse.So with the power of joy,she broke the lock of the cage with her beak and let herself flee to the beryl sky.Feeling the cool air embracing her wings,she let out a crystal tear ,no longer a reflection of her despair but a nourisher of her hope...Knowing she will only be more stronger with everytime her feathers aflame,she started to accept who she is....The young phoenix was now free.
Every strory has an end,but merely a narrator,I dont know what the ending of this story is.Did she live happily ever after? Did she feel less alone? Could she find a place where she belonged? I cant answer that...but I can say that she definitely didnt give up and lived happily ever fighter...
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