the last time
a sickly smell fills my lungs,
flashes of light disturb my eyes,
the corridors seem never ending,
my thoughts just stop,
my heart is pending,
dreading to cut the corner of fact,
i linger,
one foot in front of the other,
i hinder,
my feelings sparse as i struggle to my find my voice,
but somehow it has gone,
tears never come out,
looks like i have not won.

Mirroring the contrast
Dark eyes like my soul,
Sharp mouth like my conscience.
White face like my name,
Slender figure like my diminishing faith,
all the same,
uneven teeth like me past,
It is a mirror, it is me,
Break the mirror, break it fast.

calling it a journey
lost without a cause,
twirling in despair,
trying to reach out,
but to whom can I shout?
Falling...
air whizzing by,
sea looks deep but soft,
grasping empty branches.
cliffs look smaller, farther away,
music is too loud but no sound,
would I ever be found?
thoughts rush, nothing sticking
the smell is sickling
as so my blood is trickling
familiar faces,
paces
traces
braces
aces and
cases
Falling...
clothes are tearing,
eyes are glaring,
thoughts are non-sharing,
When?
face as white as clouds,
as I see myself surrounded by mouths,
talking, miming and singing
past memories. Is that what it means?
I am not falling anymore...
I have fallen. Alone

Some sort of Optimism
sitting in the sun,
breeze through my hair,
smile on my face,
somehow the world seems fair,
so many green- so many trees,
they are just faking wilderness- its just a tease,
as i see different faces,
going along with different paces,
I wonder again about trees,
are they fake?
or are they there for human's sake?

Searching through a rush
Angry and pissed, I want to kill,
God hold my hand, make me stop,
Urging for a battle, to confront,
With a sword in my hand and protection on my head
I charge on the sand
I run and run and run,
My back is scorched from the sun,
I search for the enemy, and then I see,
That the person I am searching is me.

An internal affair
So many things in my head want to come out,
if it had its own voice it would scream and shout,
So i fight my existence, I stagger,
Existence fights back and wins with a dagger.

a taste of myself
Light as a butterfly
heavy as a rock,
so I shall come down
as fast as a shocks