One Less Face In The Crowd.

The music is loud

My heart beat louder.
I feel the rhythm 

In my bones

The day is nearing its end

For me it’s just the start.
As I live for the darkness of the night

The cloud of security it provides.
My body moves to the beat

My soul stands still

There are hundreds around me

But no one in sight.
I can’t stop dancing

I’ll get lost in the crowd

What difference does it make?

Am I not already..
Thoughts, images, flashes

Of the past

Worries,nerves, crashes

Into the present.
Mind racing

What I am facing

Life is no more good.

Light outside

Feeling dead inside

The sun rises

It’s a new day.
I’m in crisis

No one realises

Something shining in the dark.
The music is loud

A slit, no sound

There’s something flowing 

It might just be a another glass down

To the people around.

There’s one less face in the crowd..

Maybe.

Maybe we would have worked

Maybe we would have been epic

Our demise was known,

But our beginning, unknown.
We were young

We were naive

Our love was something 

That wouldn’t have survived.
Neither of us tried

To take it far

Neither of us looked 

For a relationship so sour.
All I needed was the love you gave

All you needed was someone to save.
I look down from above,

I see you in grief.

You look up from below,

There was no relief.
Maybe you did love me,

Maybe I just assumed the worst.

But now we’ll never know

What could have been 

Of two souls 

Who were already alone.
It was inevitable. 

It had to happen.

Maybe in another lifetime

We could happen..
Our story already had a predisposed end
Our love was poetry that didn’t have rhythm 

Our love was rap that didn’t have beat

Our love was a wilted flower

Destined to fall.
There’s is a reason why people say

‘Don’t fall in love’

But isn’t it then

That you find someone to catch you.
Maybe next time.

Know that, you’ll always feel me when the wind blows

You’ll hear me in the wind-chimes

So what, if I’m not there.

I see you, I hear you, you feel me, you know to me

It’s all that anyone could ask for 

Wish we knew this kind of love before..

Don’t Stop

See the lights,

As I walk through the dark

See the silhouettes, as I embark

On a journey that scares me

A journey which will take me

To a place I have never been before

To a place I don’t know

New places, new faces

Some I may like, some I may not

Experiences worth a life

Memories worth a million

Life offers so much to us

But we aren’t ready to see

Beyond the dark,

Beyond our insecurities

People will be jealous

They will envy you

But trust me,

When you have your eyes

Set on your goal

When you have eyes

Only for success

Forget people

Not a single soul will be able to stop you

The light at the end of the tunnel always comes

Keep going.

Don’t stop.

Just keep going..

Me Again

I see him,

Even when he is not there

I feel him,

Even when the air around me stands still

I know his voice

Out of the millions ringing near

I know the design of his face

Even though I’ve never touched it.

His eyes

Tell me stories no one has ever heard

He talks a lot

But I hear what no one else does

He is the popular kid,

I’m the geek.

Everyone knows him,

I don’t think I even know myself.

He can charm anyone,

It takes me time to warm up to someone.

Polar opposites, Two peas of a different pod.

I don’t exist, he thrives,

Is there a future to this tale

Or is it destined to be an eternal flame

That will never distinguish,

But only on one side.

Sparks never flew on the other.

Maybe ten years down the line,

It’ll be different,

I’ll be healed from something that

Never existed in the first place.

I’ll maybe even find myself,

And look back thinking,

Maybe I did deserve better

And will get better

I’ll find love, so great,

This will cease to ever exist again.

I’ll find someone, who’ll make me realize

My potentialities, my strengths

I’ll realize who I used to be

Before.

I’ll be me again.

What I Can Do

They call me the quiet one

But when I speak no one listens

They call me the shy one

But when I try, no one notices

They call me insensitive

That’s because once I was asked to not take things

Too seriously.

They say I’m never worried

But once I was in tears because

I couldn’t stop being.

They say I’m not a good friend

That’s because no one lets me trust them without me

Getting hurt.

I am a wallflower

I like staying in the corner

I may not be the life of the party

But I would certainly not like to lose myself

So that others are entertained.

I’m criticized, I’m judged

I live in a world,

Who isn’t that accepting.

I still get up

To face the day

I still don’t stop

Because the night is at bay.

I have a life

That won’t stop because I have feelings.

Its my destiny,

I will design it.

If not me, then who

Will do, what I can do

 

We Are All Damaged

I can hear the footfalls,

I sit crumpled here.

I can hear the birds flying by,

I feel broken here.

Dawn is approaching, light is coming

All I see is the darkness inflating.

The bulb flickers above,

And so does my heart

He’s standing at the door.

With eyes so sore

Lack of sleep.

Lack of hope.

I hear him move

I back away

But how much further

Can a solid wall take you anyway?

I can now smell his breath.

It reeks of substance I know so well

‘Get up sweetheart, its time for school’

Slurs a voice, which is etched in my mind

I smile up at him, and get out of bed

His eyes unaware of the dark circles

Taken permanent residence under mine

I  feel the smack, I walk away

From his hand, into the halls

The booming laugh, a record tape.

This is my reality, my life

Escaping from it, is like believing in Paradise.

I step out of the house

With a smile plastered on

We are all damaged inside

Just don’t let them see.

Put on a show

And walk onto the stage..

 

The Versatile Blogger Award

Thank you Cherylene for nominating me for the Versatile Blogger Award. 

The Versatile Blogger Award is an award given by bloggers to other up-and-coming bloggers. It is designed to encourage new bloggers to keep up the good work and help people to discover new blogs.

The Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you and leave a link to their blog.
  • List the rules and display the Versatile Blogger Award logo in your post and/or your blog.
  • Share seven facts about yourself.
  • Nominate up to 15 bloggers of your choice and let them know.

Seven facts about me:

  1. I love reading books
  2. I am a horror movie fanatic.
  3. I lived in Dubai for 12 years of my life.
  4. I have a keen interest in photography
  5. I aspire to live in New York City someday
  6. I love writing, and this blog has only increased that love for it even more
  7. I love to travel

I have chosen to nominate some blogs I have not previously nominated. Each of these bloggers brings something unique to their readers that I respect and admire. I would like to take this opportunity to encourage them to continue doing what they do.  We all have something special to offer.

My nominees are:

1.Letters to life

2.Thoughts of Words

3. summer’s blog

4.bexoxo

 

Just One Of Those Days

When I’m down

And nothing seems right

The world is against you

Your future is out of sight

 

Your laugh is fading

You smile is hiding

You stop talking

All you feel like doing is crying

You don’t understand

Its just a day

Not your life

It will pass

Look beyond the tidal waves

See the ship at the horizon

Look on the bright side

Even when some days,

You have to look harder

People try

To bring you down

People try

To only see a frown

You try

To keep your head high

You try

Even if some days you have to lie

Don’t let anyone feel satisfied

With leaving you in this state

Put on a show

Work in silence

Let the success smack them in the face

And that’s how only you are satisfied

 

These days will come and go

Opportunities won’t

The only thing bigger than fear

Is Regret

So let yourself cry

Sit in silence for a while

Then pick yourself up

And walk for miles

To a place

That is only for you

 

Life is short

Don’t waste it

After all

It’s just one of those days

 

 

 

Still Believe In Love

I lie here in this dark room

The warmth of the bed staying longer than he did

He walked away before I could even say

How much he meant, how much he didn’t 

The night at the carnival was beautiful

Lights hiding the darkness that we were

The roller coaster went up 

But all we did was fall down 

I learnt of his deeds or the lack of them
He questioned my every move 

Even when it was all for him

Why didn’t he see? 

That he was all for me

But when it came to who I was to him, 

The silence filled the void he left behind

I loved his words, his smile, the way he felt like paradise

He hated my guts, my will, the way I earned more than him

One day it all changed, or I guess it was before then

My belief and innocence kept us strong 

But they were the very things that were so wrong

He was toxic, I was bliss, he was a drug while I was his medicine

He told me what I was since day one

I twisted his words, till I was done

With his actions, with his ego

I tried to hold on, till I couldn’t anymore

I now get up and look next to me

To see a body filled with life as much as a stone

The light had left, a soul had gone

To a place mentioned in not many songs

They enter to take him away,

They look at me feeling sorry

They think it was the overdose that killed him 

But I know it was the under dose, the emptiness that really did

I walk out, not knowing where to go

I still believe there is something better out there

Believe there is something good

Even with all I have gone through

I still believe in love

Here’s To Those Who Dream

To those who have the power to carry a vision. For those who have the will to chase after what they believe in. To those who are not scared of the outcome but are excited for the process. Here’s to those who want to fail, who want to be humiliated, who want to be broken, who want to fall only to stand up again.

These people are the ones you should be scared of, because they bring creativity in mundane things. They think differently and are always brimming with idea.

They are awake till the wee hours of the night. They find beauty in the silence of that time. It’s for poets, photographers, writers, painters, artists…

Dreamers are fools they say. Magic is fantasy they say. Then how is it that Philippe Petit walked on a thin line of wire between the twin towers? How did Adbul Kalam become the 11th President on India when he just hailed from a small village of Rameswaram?

In this world everyone wants magical solutions to all their problems yet they refuse to believe in magic…

Dream on… Believe… They say sky is the limit, then how are there footprints on the moon….
Here’s to those who dream!