You
Since beginning of time, you held my hand
My first steps, you aided me stand
That dawn we walked that extra mile
I chased your words, you had that style 

You made me laugh, you got that snigger

Those nights we watched the moon just bigger

My eyes always looked up to you

If you were there, I was there too.

I felt at ease with you along

You were my happy, gala song

But as they say, no man’s complete

To smile that bright, you have to weep

I chanced to see that depth inside

I was left ‘lone with eyes so wide

You dripped of sorrow, you fought your pain

You fell behind, you fell again

Your eyes spoke that day, you cried

And all way, to me you lied

You lay that day, deceased within

You drank and drained, you were not him

Who made me tough, was so fragile

Who made me laugh, did dare not smile

I was left isolated from you

I saw a man tormented through

You were so done and yet remained

My man, my god, you looked so pained

I saw you fade in shadows dark

That glittery eye, its closing spark

And yet you rose to touch your lass

I last love from your carcass

I want you back that fair and free

Come back, Oh! do come back to me.

                                                                                                           - яhԑȃ

Black is my happy color.

They asked me when the world shall end

I said,

Not when you lose your relations,

Not when your dog dies,

Not when the earth shakes,

But when, you begin to find the difference between death and life

Not as being in different states, but

When death seems more peaceful, than torturous living.

Than slow dying.

I hate it

I hate it ‘coz you’re special to me- I cannot even tell.

I hate it that you were the one, the one for whom I fell.

We got so deep, so truly down, and time just flew by

I hate it that you said the truth. The truth with a little lie.

I hate the empty feeling there- somewhere in my chest

The feeling of a missing piece; a sword in a crest.

I hate that you did care so much, you loved me back so more

I hate it when you left me there, my pain so sweetly sore.

I hate that I still jump a bit, when I see you in the street

I hate that I expect you yet, that love’s so sorely sweet.

You smile some bit, and smile some more, it melts me down so fast

I hate that I still think of you, I live my life in past.

Next time you leave, just leave and go, and don’t look back at me

Don’t send those mails, those funny tales, just turn your back and leave

I know this time if you do try, I’ll hate you even more.

I’ll hate the way I’ll come to you, like tidal waves on shore.

                                                                                                         - яhԑȃ

Believe, and thou shalt have it.

"Un-complete"

I’d stumble into visions of lustrous perfection, chastising the mocking legitimacy

I’d covet a seamless spin of the saga, ushering the periphery of flawed delicacy

The infinite pit of subtlety that craved piloted the pioneered pursuit

Combing a saline drip amidst dawning dewdrops from the heavens that alit

I flunk to recall the age of fulfillment, an epoch of inhumanly enlightenment

That shoved me to humanly enlightenment, an acceptance of glitches. The scent

Of inaccuracies, that tingle the soul; humanoid in spirit and precariously exposed

Brewing the arduous journey, but transmuting the world so sonorously posed

Reaping rewards of peace in turmoilous madmen’s terrains- infertile and sooty

An absurd enigma as it happens, but imperfection is sheer humanly beauty.  

                                                                                                            - яhԑȃ

Cease whining on what hath happened,

For thou moaned on thy miseries

Comprehend that life doesn't always give you lemons:

And it is then, amigo, when thou shalt hast to grow one.

It's a beautiful life

And again.

The world is a labyrinth, of threats and commands

It’s woven around itself- an inevitable, seamless end

The further you travel, the more you gather it’s all alike

You shall be ensnared alive, lest you ruthlessly blend

Memories are sought to be remembered and yet forgotten

It commences with naught, terminates in the same

Things change, and you are nobody furthermore

It all dissolves into the ceaseless platform of pain

The core of it- sorrow is vastly eternal

Man merely tries to find happiness all his existence

And he lives in a trance- the same as the others

Navigating through agony, grabbing as much as he tends

Hence, when you hear my cry, inquire not what happened

Life happened my friend; a new turn of infidelity

Probe as to what I understood, for it may abet you too

And take a pew; for this is the verity.

I’ll tell you that hope is the source of all

An inept thing, that. When glints of light in you remain:

Destroyed by the rash truth that knocks you in the face

Do not hope mon ami, for you shall be hammered again. And again.

                                                                                                              - яhԑȃ