The hours of blue

I will wait for you till the day I can forget you or till the day you realize you cannot forget me” – Herryicm. Sometimes, holding on takes its place as letting go. The emphasis shall however, always be on the latter part for the sake of well being.

…and wherever i go, my mind

Will always find ways to

Go back  to you;

Through little excuses, hallucinations, memories

Melodies with sad, deep meanings

And evenings that end in beautiful nights.

The scars on the moon just somehow etch your face

No matter how much rationality tried to

Wipe you off my conscience,

I shall bring you back

I still silently sacrifice peaceful dusks

Remembering what was, and never could be

Still imagine you sitting next to me through the night,

The many ways in which time could eventually make you mine

Eventually unfolding the destiny that faded into dust..

Yet, i gaze at the stars, the flooding ocean of happiness

They say, i’m fixated, but

These dreams of you are my only way out,

Call it denial, but i have found love again

Through bursting beads singing songs of desire at nights

Under the phantom gaze of the sky.

As i fall for you

Over and over again.


On beauty

I could be my most beautiful when

I’m garlanded by thoughts;

That they stare out of my eyes, the windows that allow escape,

They run down the length of my hair, left untied, cascading like winter dawns;

They gape at the sky from my mouth as I exclaim at the stars, the newly

Awakened curiosity.

I will be truly beautiful if I could wear the universe across my shoulders like a veil that surrounds and dominates

My individuality.

When I dance with glee at my insignificance and vastness

Existing peacefully together,

Embrace who I am, not regretting

The faults that make me who I am till this day,

For my flaws have made me more of myself than

The virtues I’ve put on, like a mannequin.

Satin dresses trimmed with pearls and sequins

If I could smile a little,

Know where I am.

Be modest,

Yet look into your eyes and be honest.

Be effulgent

Like a child’s imagination

And unaffected like sleep.

I’ll be beautiful when

I stop trying to remember what exactly beauty is,

For beauty is never exact.

It’s not in precision,

But abstraction,

Not in perfection

But mere goodness


who’ll help me fly,

find my lost wings?

will another sun rise, one more breath

help me live again?

i won’t need armor, just my lost strength,

who’ll bring me out of darkness,

to perceive the light again?

if i do at all, where will i rise again,

will there be enough sand beneath my feet, and if i fall

will i stand again?

Here and then

Exactly three years ago, I started this blog. This post is not about that though


I am my old cave.

Dig deeper, beyond one’s mind, enticing diamonds

That take human forms, glimpsing,


It is here that the earth was still and Heaven deep inside,

And now the only diamond in your words which in my throat

I hide.

You and me, side by side,

giggling. and now this rotting cave

this old skin, this fatigued heart, this burdened mind

This cave, my infinite void.

That real diamonds don’t break , even if hammered a thousand times.

But on this iron heart, your blood runs dry.

Now return me my diamonds

Return me those days when here I laughed with you,

Buried my face in your palms;

Sing to me your envy when I speak of your loss,

Explain me the volatility of love;

And its depth.


Love is free; hate cost everything.

Behind the broken walls identified by their blood stains,

In a world torn apart by war and hate,

they still pray, they love,

they sacrifice, and feel the strength

That is required to go on, from within,

Knowing, that love for others has its price,

Knowing, that love itself is a price;

And the hate that looms over this world,

That the one God

makes all bow down to humanity,

The strangeness

the loneliness

the novelty

blood stains on fingers and hushed mouths that whisper fear

but in the eyes,

the familiar hope of retrieval.

Perhaps what we consider as dead

is just as given as the void

that constantly reminds us how insignificant we are.


Where I found what my heart indeed desires,

You were there.

In my mind, the corner of my eye,

My voice, my speech,

My reflection,

But my identity.

Where the splendor of love

Didn’t snatch away from me my dreams, where

My desire grew stronger and stronger and wasn’t eroded by

The corrosive reality,

I  had said,

That that one glance you’d given my way

Had rephrased what I am

And that one glance has changed

My life;

How long,

How long should I protect you with the armor of insecurities?

Subconsciously, I knew.

What my heart indeed desires,

It doesn’t have to be this way,

Because I’m no longer a guardian of love;

Which was sudden but not  strange enough

To extinguish the quest that I’m consumed in.

Was I here to find myself, or you?

Was I here to measure the cosmos,

Or find in the depths of my heart, the love I hide?

Making all into a big dream stored for eternity,

Thus, I float away.


In the fervid fire you have ignited

so innocently, burns a heart weighed with

No feelings.

In some time before you lose yourself in me,

and  i, in you

crushing the immature hesitation bestowed by divergence,

You let it melt.

Until my surety of being the master of myself

Just somehow fades away.

I don’t know how you make it happen.

Every time, i’m  caught in weak rainfalls

How I cease to be and how easily

you let me rest.

How passionate a fool I struggle to be then.

And now I keep wondering how transient

your support is going to be.

When my volatile hope fades away,

You play your hymns in my voice.

Is it you? Are you the one I’m looking for?

For this void, it drinks the nectar of my heart

Until I can hear you no more.

Until I feel you no differently,

Your breath covering mine,

My existence just a doubt underneath your skin.

And your fingers just crush, and crush, and crush,

My translucent ones.

I am a fire burning bright,

Through the crust of my identity

and the core of your insanity.

Through the ravines of love

And what it hides.