Respawn, Gone, Go On

I’m back
This time off the track

If you wish to be closer,
Sit on the sidelines
I’ll be trying harder to win you over
Came close, but far, avoiding jail time by paying your dues and fines

What more can I say,
Candles on my cake crave for you on my birthday
I breathe out hope, and the ignited wax soon fades away

Wicks filled with ecstasy and delightful flashes
The man of the hour full of humbled ashes

This isn’t poetry.
Since, I’m in no hurry.
Follow my psychiatry
What choice do I have?
Following compliancy in society full of notoriety barely maintaining sobriety and eventually leaving quietly…

Short Stories

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We all move from one to another. We just don’t realize it.

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Love is an emotion, a lasting motion, and a confused notion.
Creating commotion and requiring devotion.
A mystery in itself like an ocean.

Starting with the eyes, stopping at a blink and ending where it began.
Hands wrapped, arms tight, and dreams merged.
A wish without a definite plan, its an excuse to throw our past in the trash can.

A smile is all it takes, to leave the past behind us.
And the past is all it takes to leave the present behind us.

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My flashbacks lead to many thoughts.
Every day, I see myself trying to connect the dots.
But then I wake up.

Waking up half-dead, trying to live until I die.
Looking for life destined to reach death.
All it takes is being out of breath.

Flashbacks are memories that you missed out on.
Running a marathon at the pace of a sprint is like doing enough just to hang on.
Falling while following leads to a yawn.
But then I wake up.

Ghost

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Like a train about to be derailed.
Or a letter being mailed.
Like a fly on the strand,
Or initials in sand.
Take a look at the nearest newsstand.

Sometimes I feel as if you don’t care
But other moments it feels like you’ll always be there

If you keep on going
And never stop,
You can make it to the top.
Behave like a raindrop
And never stop,
You will become anything but a flop.

He cared, she didn’t.

He loved, she didn’t.

He regretted, she didn’t.

He moved on, she didn’t.

We gain strength.
But only when we are weakest.
Stronger than anything that can happen to you.
Live it through.

New levels of destruction are witnessed everyday.
I will answer a question as I leave you.
Why are storms named after humans?

Because katrina wasn’t just a muse,
She destroyed to stay amused.
And with her destruction, I felt used.

So I realized,
Analyzed,
Hurricanes aren’t always disasters,
And that broken hearts don’t always leave you with plasters.

 

Ride Along 

 

Be a part of the light before its dark
You and I will be a new benchmark .
See it out
Hold it in
It doesn’t matter where either of us have been.

Be the melody of my life
I want to hear you speak and singh
I’d love to make you less lonely.
Let me be your one and only.
I’ll ride with you.

Saddle up!
We start everyday with a streak and a ‘sup’.
Feelings change and I played your game.
I saw your fame
Saw your national acclaim.

Time to come through.
Someone weird has gotten stuck in my beard
Who knew?
I see seconds pass by
I see a soon to come final goodbye.

Confused? I’ll explain before I trigger your evil membrane
Out of breath and out lines.
Accepting signs.
Wanting to be valid
Just as much as you and a plate of salad.