The hallways of being are haunting as always and empty as forever. The silence gnaws at the wit and calls to you. But you never seem to answer. The windows, too, are always open, but you cannot escape or falter. The skies, at a glance, feel clear and white but there's always the wolf howling at night. And you trudge along this maze trembling and falling, broken and bawling, with no end in sight. And you keep looking back at all the closed doors behind you, still waiting for something.
Your life is spent
Trying to find something,
Looking for something.
Something that cannot be found.
Something that isn’t around.
Trying to find something,
In everything you do and
everywhere you go.
On your bed,
In your head,
In your books,
In what you cook,
On the Internet and,
In cheap ciggarettes,
In all the coffee shops,
And near all the bus stops.
In the vast oceons of your soul,
Something that will make you whole.
And to love and to be loved is to find that something, something that you had been missing. It's the unknown blessing for which you have been wishing. To love is to fill the deep crevices of your heart, to fill the gaps that tear you apart. To love is to breathe for the first time again. It's the sweetness of the air and the warmth of your heart beating. It's the feeling that you are human again. It's the shiny pink and beige horizon after years of sailing the dark sea.
It’s the blood gushing through your veins.
The air that you need to breathe again.
You'll yearn for it in the darkest of nights.
Its thought taking you to euphoric highs.
The green light you will wait for in traffic.
Turning you into a blind manic.
It'll bring you peace like ocean waves,
So full of life,
It makes the dead escape the graves.
A beige pill that the sickly need,
Mercifully curing whoever bleeds.
Like a cheesecake that's forever sweet.
It’s the Gulmarg Hills where the beauty bleeds.
To love is to feel oneness and belonging, with the world and beyond it. Beyond anything else you can ever feel. To love is to be seen, heard, and felt. It's like arriving on a land that was never on the map. All the seas and storms sailed through seem worth it and all the friends lost on the way too. They sing with you and for you in your glory from heaven. The curses lose their effect, and all the prophecies become untrue. And the children of the land look at you and your broken ship, with wonder, happy that you made it this far, most never do.
And you sit at the shore, looking up at the sky, wondering why you never looked up before because the moon is beautiful, it always has been. It's only you who beheaded yourself from seeing it your whole life, but in love, you are revived at last. You are alive to see it, with your new beige eyes, and the world doesn't appear so black and white.
The moonlight is so blinding and bright,
It dyes your eyes a peaceful white.
And the sea dances to its song,
And the waves rise and fall.
It’s the cold tides on the shore,
Making even the best springs shy.
It’s the best drug of hope,
Taking you to cathartic highs.
A leap of faith you'll always take,
A journey you'll happily make.
Your own heaven of undying bliss,
Stuck forever in this enchanted abyss.
And it will be all you'll ever see.
In the brightest of days and
The darkest of nights,
When the clouds subside and
The storms arrive.
In the blinding summer light and
The frightening winter quite.
In the frostbitten deserts and
The heavy blizzards.
In a sky full of stars and
Traffic full of cars.
In all of Saturn's moons and
All the hallway rooms.
It'll be all you'll ever see.
You don't know how to swim, but to love is to let go, it is to dance with the sea and float on the waves, rising and falling, going wherever it takes you. To love is to drown as deep as the moonlight goes. To dive deep into the oceans of your soul. You will be lost, but you will be whole. And you'll be dying sick for the flower you never picked.
Because the moon is far far away, so far that you can never reach it, no matter how hard you try. It strips you of all its moonlight and goes away in hiding. And now the sun has come on the horizon, starting a day that will never end.
The sunlight is as blinding as ever
And keeps burning you bit by bit.
You'll never feel the moonlight on your face again
But you will forever yearn for it.
You will keep looking out for the time it's night again but the beige light has left your eyes. Now all you see is black and white. Your world's lost in vain and it will never be night again. The seas will stare at you in pity, your ship now a hearse, what felt like a ballad of life once, will turn into an undying curse. And you will be locked out your heaven forever.
Now, it's all you who has remained,
your welcome you have overstayed.
And now you are locked out of the house,
On the shore that you built for yourself.
It's raining and the doors were slammed shut
And now you will stand in the rain forever.
It will be your reality,
not the streets you used to walk.
The silent cries of your longing will haunt them.
It's the house you called home.
You knew all the rooms so well,
how they feel and how they smelled.
But you will never be in those rooms again.
You will never enter that house again.
It'll keep raining and
You will be drowning in it forever.
It's a lump in your throat
You won't be able to shake.
It's a tear in your heart
You will take to your grave.
You're scared of the heights but to lose it to jump from the building of hope, screaming forever and dying every minute. To lose is to never hit the ground and forever be in wait for your death, broken and terrified. You'll deserve all the heavens, but you'll be standing outside the gates in wait, gasping and dying but still alive.
To lose is to witness your heaven collide.
Terrified and lost with no one in sight.
And this will be your cage,
With no escape and no return.
You'll watch yourself get quietly burned.
To lose is to pull out shards of ice from you heart.
Chilling breeze near your house of cards,
Witnessing it all falling apart.
The warmth will go missing from your life
And nothing else will suffice.
It’s an art gallery of broken dreams,
Terrifying like children's screams.
And all of them will look at you in awe, wishing that they never saw you. You too, will gaze at them with all your weapons surrendered, staring in the mirror with smothering wonder.
And you will feel it all at once;
Hopeful echoes of spring,
when the bluebirds died and
the sparrows winged.
The heavens of autumn,
when the flowers bloomed
and the angel singed.
The chilling winds and
shimmering lights of brightness,
Winter commences
with the suffocating quietness.
Halloween ghosts will have you reckoning
And the Christmas bells will become deafening.
The angel will halt its confiding
And forever be lost in hiding.
Its a nest moving farther away the more you'll fly towards it. Your crops of hope burned by the rain you wished to sow your land with. The moon you wished to sail towards forever disappearing in the sky. A shore drowning you in the sea the more you swim towards it. A language you tried to learn, forever lost in translation. The rhythm of your heart, broken by the song you wished to sing for life.
Everyday a new fiend will clench your throat,
But most days you'll be the one
who accords to choke.
The fervour present at dawn
will die like a setting sun,
To come alive and burn again,
Like a glowing spark left to get shunned.
Soul will keep aching with this haze,
Longing for sanity’s embrace.
Ample time will drift putting up this fight,
Need a plunge to begin this life.
And this goes on forever, body feeling like blue hues. But the blisters on the dawning moon say that it's scarred too, don’t blame it for all that ensued. Can't keep whining at your wounds and at all you had to lose.
So smother all the pain you had to take,
boating in the Dal Lake.
Ahead of you is a life to make
And for heaven's sake,
only look at willow's wake.
To live is to wake up from a broken, vivid dream, no matter the cost or how pretty it seemed. It's the vase of shattered glass, that you hugged really hard.
Some pieces are killing you,
Some are lying in the yard.
But you can't keep sitting
at the shore forever in wait,
There is another journey
you have to make.
The island is now a barren land,
With heaps of stone
and broken castles of sand.
The daylight is blinding
and all the children are hiding.
They peak at you forever in wait
But you know now it's too late.
To live is to begin after the end,
Plucking the petals of your miserable bliss.
Cowardice was once an option, now it's no more than a child's wish. You have been here too long to whine, the wit is now used to the bricks. To live is to know that the house of cards you built is not yours anymore. The seas keep calling in vain, begging you to leave, to take your ship and to sail again. The waves are quite at last and the silence is chilling as ever. The ocean will stare at you with fear, with its nerves being severed. You don’t know how to swim but to live is to jump in the sea or be stuck on this land forever.
And this forever will never end, pulling you back into the well of miserable fright. But again you'll climb to witness heaven's sight. You'll be lost on this land, looking for a map in the palm of your hand. The sunlight is burning and blinding but to live is to wait for the night somewhere in hiding. Trudging in the anxious sea, working your way around it. You will die every second, wishing that you may find it.
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