Straight away, I knew you were a dreamer like me. You liked to see nothing but good in everybody. There wasn’t a thought you couldn’t lend a smile to. A smile you couldn’t add brilliance to. A joy you couldn’t add wings to. But you were too good. Too brilliant for a single soul to absorb. Too free. Too spirited to remain bound to a single heart perpetually.

You completed me. Better than anything ever. It was me that didn’t fit. It was me that was wrong. And the same light that fell so gracefully upon hearts to strengthen them, imbued with compassion, yet shattered mine to bits.

But maybe that’s the way it was meant to be.


I’ve lost myself. That bit I’d found anyway. Definetly, Maybe that bit was wrong. Maybe the world was right when I refused to listen. When it tried to pull me back from the terra incognita. But I was half-mad, raving about like a lunatic, knowing there was no cure but to go on. Onwards through everything sweet and coy. Everything bitter and turbid.

 Who do you run to? I know the answer. Its not you. Its not a single one of you. It’ll never be anyone of you.

I Run To You

You’re still a voice you know. Just a vision in a dream. A mystic presence on Angel’s wings. The light from a far off star, leading me through the blackness of the night. But I’m listening. I’m learning. Learning to take some of the colours you radiate and paint them on that visage of you my imagination’s formed. Fill them in over the black and white. Add shadows where no light falls. Curves, where I know you’ll bend. Firm lines where you’re the strongest. Your Caramel-tinted eyes.

It’s risky business, I know. Quite unlike anything I’ve ever done before. Part of me’s still surprised why it took to you so readily. Part of me wants more. More than you’re prepared to give.

How foolish I sound with every wishful word! How you must pity me. A fool, you say! A fool in love. There aren’t any guarantees! Nothing’s fair at all! It’s just the joy of new found love! How easily you’ve fallen for this damsel, you say. But my smile knows a secret yours never will. My heart bursts into song. A Phoenix’s song. Not a sound you’ve ever heard before.

But I don’t really need you to speak. Your presence is all that matters. All I could want is to lie back with you on the warm grass. Watch the sun rise. Follow it across the sky. Watch it set softly in its crimson bed of joy. Watch the stars light up the sky. While the brightest of them is by my side.


I write like
Charles Dickens
I Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing!

P.S. Got James Joyce the second time. I prefer him. =P

Poor man must've turned a summer-sault in his grave. =D
I like quills though.

Analyzer stolen from Life Happens.


"You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment
And now you can't get out of it
Don't say that later will be better
Now you're stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it"

If only you had any idea of the way you hurt me. How its like a stake through the heart whenever my eyes fall on those little tokens of love you've scattered all around. How the pain consumes me as each fresh glance is a twist of the dagger. How a part of me dies...each time I have to walk past, knowing it with all my heart to be wrong. Would you listen to my wounded cries? Would you look past the hurt in my eyes and feel my pain? Like a soul writhing in anguish before its last breath, I wish I could rip you off before I die.

The Blindmen and the Elephant

It was six men of Hindostan
 To learning much inclined,
Who went to see the Elephant
 (Though all of them were blind),
That each by observation
 Might satisfy his mind.


So oft in theologic wars,
The disputants, I ween,
Rail on in utter ignorance
Of what each other mean,
And prate about an Elephant
Not one of them has seen!

Suddenly remembered this poem out of nowhere, given the mayhem my thoughts are in these days.

What the?!!

Paranoid Personality Disorder:Moderate
Schizoid Personality Disorder:Very High
Schizotypal Personality Disorder:Moderate
Antisocial Personality Disorder:Low
Borderline Personality Disorder:Low
Histrionic Personality Disorder:High
Narcissistic Personality Disorder:High
Avoidant Personality Disorder:Moderate
Dependent Personality Disorder:Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:Low

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O and I passed. :D 
520, Alhamdolillah! 
Not bad, if I may say so myself.
(if its a dream, don't wake me up)
Thanks to everybody who prayed!
Yipppppeeeee! :)