I am a merchant of dreams, a buyer of lives,
You can’t refuse to sell but you get to name your price.
He said, “I will take your life one way or another,
What would you like to die for if you had a choice?”
How does an ocean of love
Evaporate
And leave behind a desert?
Those precious nights, those pure moments
When two souls collided in love
A mesmerizing explosion, a supernova
How can they leave behind nothing but a vacuum,
A black hole in your chest?
Continue reading “Died Not Dead”
No, he didn’t drink to lose himself
He drank to find himself.
On those blurry nights,
At the bottom of the glass
The veil of practicality lifted from reality
And he could meet the side of his
That lived on the other side.
You asked me to pour my heart out.
I poured my heart into a glass,
An intense cocktail of bittersweet feelings
Set on fire.
I knew it was not everyone’s cup of tea.
You heard of angels in songs and sonnets
But you don’t believe they exist anymore
Once they did but they are now extinct
World changed, the climate changed
It became Scorching, savage, befitting the demons
Continue reading “Broken Angels”
Chasing things we were told to chase
We were told are worth chasing
We became slaves, caged
By those borrowed dreams
What if it’s all just a work of fiction,
What if it’s just a story that I am telling myself,
So I can feel good, so I can feel something.
What if everything I consider real and meaningful
Is something trivial exaggerated by my mind, a soft lie.
Continue reading “Our Parallel Realities”
There is a certain beauty in pain
Loss touches us deeper than gain
Sorrow always hits harder than bliss
Heart ache feels more real than a kiss
