The best part of the day!

The best of the day
Isn’t the day at all..
Its the moment in between days,
Late night, early morning
Where silence takes over
But magic is present
And you know
Everything is there..


Silent Mumbling..

The language of calm

The indicator of loneliness
The casting out of one
From the larger group

The strongest form of communication
Known to man
And also the most humbling
The most sinister
The most debilitating

From a friend or dear one
When no words are said
Not even the raise of an eyebrow
It engenders worry, fear, panic…
Abject terror at such potential loss

So little said
No words, no sound
And yet the pain
That can be caused by nothing
Is indescribable….


I can feel the burning inside my stomach
As it thrives each coming day
Because everyday their screams become louder
When I can no longer endure to be the prey

I close my eyes tight
Seeing the pictures that I refuse to let out
They are like a scar forever residing in my mind.
But I cannot open my eyes for fear these creatures will doubt.

The shrieks of help does not cease
As I try and block out their scarring sounds
From my no longer innocent mind
That knows no longer any bounds

The fulfilment never comes
As I descend into my desires
Only when I seize to dream a life of independence
Do I see myself reaching those aspires

But is it this affliction
That leads me to my depression
Or is it those unforgotten memories
Which has forced me to my incarceration?


Running away from this thing called ‘love’.


You constricted me
And enabled me
But I preferred it
That way
I no longer
Let my love
Wander freely
And you
No longer
Had to worry.


Stories yet to unfold. Tales that are not told.


To him love was like fire.
It was beautiful from a distance,
but once he got close it burned,
and if got too close he took a step back.
To avoid the pain,
to keep his heart in place.
In the town he was known as ‘The Player’
but behind all of that flirting
and the smooth comments
hid a scared and insecure boy
who only had one wish.
For a girl to see through this act of his.
And be with him.
In spite of his flaws and scars.



LOVE- The want to be wanted. A game? A mystery?





To him love is like fire,
Once he got close, it burned.
To her, love was like water,
Once she fell for the edge,
She drowned in it.
It was a four letter word,
Small and easy to spell.
Yet a mystery not solved to both of them…




I am troubled
By your eyes

I am struck
By the feather
of your soft reply
And care

The sound of glass
Squeaks quick,

And concels
What your eyes fight
To explain