Breathe a little, Live a little, Yearn a little, Burn a little

There is nothing left thereExcept ghosts and regrets.Hidden land mines ofWhat should have beens andPainfully unpaid debts.Reminders of the you that once wasThat will never ever be againMirages of comfort once receivedThat you will now never ever get.Don’t look back, my precious,That path has been washed away by tears.The lessons learned now pillarsOf the you…

I am her, and her, and her, and her.Constructed carefully from bits and pieces.From how it should be toHow it could be.Culled from what I see in othersGraceful effortless ease.Be the her that loved ones need.Till it’s so hard to remember the her that’s me.And it’s only when everyone has left,The doors closed, lights off,…

There is nothing left thereExcept ghosts and regrets.Hidden land mines ofWhat should have beens andPainfully unpaid debts.Reminders of the you that once wasThat will never ever be againMirages of comfort once receivedThat you will now never ever get.Don’t look back, my precious,That path has been washed away by tears.The lessons learned now pillarsOf the you…

Another year has almost passedAnother eternity went by so fastFrom who I was and what I didTo what is gone and what remains.And I learned painfully againYou can say the bravest thingsCount your virtues righteouslyConvinced you know all your sins.Time just laughs, that pious bitchRemorselessly yet once moreYou’ll do the things you did beforeThis time…

The neon starlight flashes brightInto the room dark at night.Familiar hands smooth down my skinTangling in my hair and thenSoft whispers breathe across the napeBristles leave the path they traced.Sighs dance in rhythms uncontrolledAs I make you mineAnd you make me yours. #alkaverse

It’s far easier when one is fighting bitter foes,Against loved ones, ‘tis harder to raise the sword.Familiar eyes, with lines and wrinkles well knownTempt with seductive allure to give up one’s soul.Tell me, is it the armor of one betrayed again?To know when urgent words are spoken in vain.To open the door, before the other…

As though death can happenOnceTwiceInnumerable, soul ripping, mind bending times.Whenever she reaches out with I miss youAs if in helpless needFreshly healed,Pink skinned raw woundsStart to bleed.If only, she says, you didn’t have a temperIf only you could think, for once, about others.As though history could be rearrangedMemories erasedTruth deniedLike children’s bedtime tales.And I realizeNothing…

I wish I had known beforeThat more of life seems to happenThe way you want,If only you change a few words.More I wants, I wills, I cans,What next, how to and make plans.Fewer should Is, could Is and may Is.Ignore comments, questions and advice.Just accept that you will never really ever knowIf he truly likes…

Let go, they say, of those old stories.Those tired, sad and misbegotten tales,The naive, lost or self deceptive memories,That hold you frozen in embrace.Who am I then, where do I belong?If the past doesn’t need to existWill today too, one day, be gone?How do I anchor myselfKnowing that it’s possible for continents to disappear.All it…

All the whys and whereforesThe thus and therefores.All the times I thought of you and smiled.All the wishes and dreamsThe versions of realities,All the times I really wish I hadn’t cried. In the moments of love, all voices just hushIn my heart, everything is as it should be.In this world full of of flaws, the…