M I S S I N G

they found a body

breathing with lungs full of nothingness 

hands tied to the oppressions of the age

his eyes blankly staring at the silence ahead

his skin bruised of despair

his head wounded with the injuries of expectations 

they found a body

no one recognised the man 

who was he

who did him this bad

what was his name

what became of the  man

they found a body

hardly awake but still not dead

shoulders hanging with nomore will  left to fight

his body covered in his own blood 

a soul heartbroken 

they found a body

choked to lifelessness

imprisoned in a doomed world who failed

to hear his cry

he screamed in loneliness 

for someone to hear him 

he screamed in the darkness for someone to help him flee

trapped in the dungeon of broken dreams 

he cried for someone to remind him of hope and care

of the light in the morning after the night engulfs in pain and  misery 

they found a body

who dreamt of a world of beauty

a world that held him not as captive

but set him free from his flawed choices 

a world without rejections 

without enemies but friends

a place of freedom without sins or crime

a world of no hate no discrimination 

but of total  acceptance, love and peace

they found a body

finally with a name 

someone forgotten for a mournful of  decades

someone who once lived 

across the street with a plan of a  future in bliss

there was a man 

who once lived but simply

they found a body 

it was him 

 the man  named " Nobody"

       Art courtesy: Sybil Samuel (@sybsworld)

I see you ♡

Time stands still
As the page unfolds,
To the story that remain yet to be told.
Unlike the pause between your breaths,
Smelling of strawberries in a faraway land.
A stretch after a long day,
When you gaze in content at the sinking sun...
The vibrant hues of pink and red that takes you back to the date,
You held her hand,
And unlike the fingers touching the symphony on chords of an acoustic strings ..
You slowly draw close to narrate her your plans for life...
And unlike the rosary beads you clutch and whisper a silent prayer holding her hands,
the delicate threads embroidered across your soul, beyond the fading contrast of life...

You stand still and gaze in her eyes ..
Deep grey, unlike a sky lit with the luminesce tiny lights hung beyond the dark curtain
Promising a destiny beyond the stretch of miles.

You speak, yet you fail to utter the words that fall on your lips, unlike the honey dripping from the nectar of the cherry blossoms across the streets in the warm april of springs.

You wait to clasp the moment ..
Unlike a child in the forest running behind the glittering fireflies
You close your eyes and envision
the reeling tapestry of flashbacks,
Heartbeats pacing,
Teardrop rolling down your peach cheeks ...
The dream that your heart held, unlike the fruit you patiently wait to ripe, and then you look again, and know that everything is just as real,
Unlike the perfect chasm of love and magic.
You ran back from it before, with despair to chase
You left without a sign,
In the fumblings of your foot to crawl the way you hated in the end...
And though the distance led you astray,
Beyond the oceans to gaze the expanse of the familiar horizon just in a different timeline.

But you came back in search
Returning to cross the bridge across the fields, where you promise for another day,
Unlike the past, where you fail to let go the crimes of a broken heart, cringing to a note in hopelessness...

And it is another day, as the dawn awakens to the chirping birds chiming a new melody
And you still stand at the place
Where you last met her and gaze at her pretty face, blushing back in off white and cream dress,
And you utter the words that had failed you for so long...
And unlike a bird in a cage trapped, it rises beyond the syllables and the pauses ..
Unlike a poetry lived in the short breaths that dreamt of sky painted of only you and her.

And then the page unfolds...
Where the magic overcomes the reality..
And a story of forever
Is seen to remain in a pearly book
Glistening in letters italics
That you name, as your story,
A forever without an end,
You finally sigh and call "Us" .

Muntazir /meaning: to expect, to wait anxiously/

You and I
Unlike dream and vision
The wilting hearts in thirst of desires unfulfilled
Swallowed in the fragility of hopes
Two Alphabets strung into syllables
The sighs on the cusp of our words fleeting yet lingering on lips
Unlike the wilderness of ephemeral solitude
The longitudes and latitudes of acquiescence unconquered, unvisited
The diverging paths tracing across the meaningless lives

You and I
We are breaths longing for the gaze of tomorrow,
Tomorrow stained without the sadness,
Without the careless abandon of a life left behind
We are the gasp of a dilapidated past
Beyond the silhouette of time
We are the fading myriad of illusions
Of the silence settling beyond the veil of our soul

You and I
We are unlike a promise
We are words caught beyond the infinities in our eyes
Soundlessly seeking for something we cannot name
We are unlike the  teardrop
Witholding a depth of regrets untold
We are the silence
Along the tranquil passage in search of ourselves,  The fainting night that blends into a dawn

You and I
We are unlike a destination
A journey beyond our wretchedness, where we are never looking back
I stand beyond the precipice, in the sea of a reticent contrast of everything
Failing for the perfect definition to mouth the answers met, as I find, you remain,
You remain, unlike the shadow in the dying darkness
that fell as an aching upon my soul

You and I
We were everything
And you were the peace beyond the uncertainty,
The breath exhaling the longing of a coveted dream
You and I
We are nothing
Yet everything.
We are unlike home
I trace you on my skin unlike a verse,
And you unlike a poetry spell a magic simmering,
Reminding there is love in every breath taken

You and I
You unlike a destination
Unlike a home
I burn all the maps in reaching for you...
I burn all left pieces of the broken past to built again

You and I
We leave.
We leave. And we do not turn back.

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Unlike

It was unlike a wish
Half believing yet defeated of hope
Struck by the chance of the cosmos
Aligning unlikely the desires,
That sought the freedom of light
Desires…
The scruples of the unwise
That seeth alone the darkness of moon
The questions of the wise
That struggled hard seeking for truth

It was unlike a dream
Against the certain hour of slumber
Eyes half awake and numb
Pushing behind the dreadful pain
Beneath the pillows soaked of tears
As an unsettled heaviness crawls up within to seize the heart.
Pain…
The letters of remembrance
Locked behind the mahogany drawers,
The songs sung beneath the moonlit skies failing to escape from the grasp of memory
It was unlike a dream forlorn of sleep.

Yet unlike a breath
The faint wisp of air exhaling the deliberate compromises of life and secretly falling beneath the regrets
It was life certainly longing a breath to live the moments longed

And unlike love
The crimson spilled upon the heartstrings
Love, unlike the lost dreams and desire.
The fetish of something true and profound
Unlike the other emotions felt
Descends unnoticed in the silence
Alike the unfulfilled promises that sways across the miles.
Sometimes love appeases the distance lone and heartbroken

It was unlike love
The flicker in his darkness
The shadow to her gleam
His incandescent destination
Her effulgent home

And unlike the breath
That quietly ceases in contempt
Fate was unlike a dream beyond the infinity
When all else appears sometimes gone
Lost as a battle in despair
Fate is unlike life
Life that unfolds another day
Cherished with the kindness
Stroking the weary hands
To walk the distant miles again
To dream again...
To wish again…

To the sweet times dusked,

There lies beyond the love that could never fade.

We are S T O R I E S

We are S T O R I E S
of paragraphs and pauses
of letters concocted of mistakes and desires
of sentences misread
of silence travailing for words

We are S T O R I E S
of brief sighs traversing the paths
unknown of mysteries and truth,
searching for ways to resolve our dilemmas
our conscience streaked in monotones
of nothingness and despair
while eyes secretly peer at the distant land of metaphors
assuming in our hearts,
for everything to be but a dream

We are S T O R I E S
of incomplete verses struggling for words
we wander through wildflowers
half awake and in slumber
in vague search of adventure
eulogizing the beauty of sorrow
yet trading silently a part of soul
convicted yet unconvinced
living a life with an asterisk

We are S T O R I E S
breathing inside the heart of darkness
the soul of the infinite universe
restless yet certain
we are words longing for voice
longing to be understood
longing to be heard
longing to live the fantasy

We are S T O R I E S
pronouncing a purpose
on the pages of eternity
scribbling a different end
no matter what the fate unfolds
scribbling a fresh beginning
a story of hope
overshadowing the past.

(Image credits: Pinterest.com)

The Silent Observer

(Image credits: photofy)

He saw the age of time

Unfold the delicate petals,

Rare yet easily beguiling 

Of a poison flower.

Traded on the paved streets of vanity

A concoction of charm,

Fleeting bliss secretly fading in the dark.

Its merchant deluded to a world unaware

Awake yet sauntering in narrow alleys asleep.

Souls sought to grasp its strings 

Thirsting for happiness unfulfilled

For lives dreamt yet failed to live

For love, 

Love, the ghost that never lived

And never found.

"How selfish, how cruel" he sighed.

"What's life alike a dreary parasite 

Wreched, and gloom

Feeding on moments lived,

Yet truly unlived,

In ransoms of unfateful pleasures of approval and gain." He deeply moaned.

His eyes reflecting his sorrow,

He groaned under the streetlight.

None cared to pay him attention

While they wandered silently in the shadows

He carelessly barked with his heart sinking inside

He lost his one and only,

His truest friend,

The one who dearly cared.

The one he loved much.

His master.

He sighed, shaking his head in dismay, and quietly strayed on the paths ahead, sleepless, and hungry.

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Behind the darkness

While the city slumbers in the silence,

 Behind thick velvets and dim lights.

The fluorescent yellow burn across the streets,

And the moon quietly hide behind the clouds.

There still lies a world, awake.

In the corners of the town.

Living amidst the crowd yet hid behind the shadows, Behind the veils of a gossamer gray, with spider's web weaving an intricate tapestry.

Little eyes silently peer out from their hiding place,

Their faces pale, lean frames appearing anemic, 

The unfortunate few, 

Born to wrestle to survive, 

Born under plight of poverty, their lives a constant struggle, 

Suffering the maladies of a broken and lost humanity.

Shabbily dressed, unkempt hairs, tears stained cheeks, feeble, yet they are bathed with the luster of ambition and dreams. 

Draw closer, 

And reach, to learn more what the darkness hides.

Behind the gossamer gray, 

A glimpse into the world beyond,  

A world dark, full of nothings.

An abyss of deep darkness.

The darkness of fate,

The darkness of souls,

The darkness of callous hearts.

The darkness of a world of unspoken truths,

The bitter and ugly truth.

Empty room, dim lights

Silent lips quivering in a corner

Her curls fall over her face, 

Wine drip from the glass in her hand.

She is intoxicated, 

Intoxicated, but, with grief.

She wore a cocktail dress and high heels,

Flaunting her perfect body with the glitter and glamour.

She appeared a flawless beauty.

Yet her eyes appealed something deep. 

Behind the smile and charm

She hid her story, the truth of her pain.

Her heart was secretly torn inside,

She burnt with a thirst intense,

Of promises and desires unfulfilled. 

She smelled of alcohol and her favourite perfume,

Yet the lingering smell of longings

Never faded from her.

The longing of nothings,

Of nothings left betrayed,

Of longings, none can explain.

She silently hides in the darkness,

And the world will never see nor hear her cry.

Sometimes, sadness is beautiful.

Sometimes, sadness comforts while the rest of the world suffocates you.

And sometimes sadness is all that is left, as your own.

There's always a story, 

Hiding behind the mask,

Hid behind the curtains of misfortune, and despair.

Behind the shimmery make up, hiding its scars of past,

Behind the silent lips, that cried all night, hiding a story of desperation and abuse.

Behind the smiling, guilty face, disappearing in the shadows in dark.

The darkness of awful silence, 

The unspoken silence.

The unheard truth.

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