LIGHT

LIGHT

 

To the light we strive to reach

Once the darkness has consumed you
Everything around you becomes dull and dark

The sounds you hear in your head

The noises that do not make sense
That light to show you the way is needed
The power of the mind deems unreal
The reality to everything is profound

Thoughts will race around with no end point

Questions will need answers
And at the end of it all, you will stand
Timing is everything though at times it is not in your control
We all just want to believe in it
We all just want to have minds that are clear

The light will never be as you wish it to be

The light will not describe to you what it does to others
The strive going forward rather than being rigid
Nothing happens in a stationery mode
It might be heavy, it might be hard
But if and when you conquer your own thoughts
You will survive what the world throws

The light in question is not bright

The journey through is not smooth
That power you seek is in you
Find it first and the light in your eyes will be brighter
It is only time that speaks and matters
And when it does to you then you will be ready

The light we want is not in the universe

But it lives inside of us.

I wanted to blog

I really tried

I wanted to blog but there was nothing to blog about

When words do not come right at that time
I really wanted to, even my hands were itchy
I just wanted to say something

I wanted to blog but it became hard to

Everything in my head was not aligned
But the world kept moving
How is this even possible?
This is supposed to be easy
This is who I am
A man of words

Every time I thought of it

I just went blank
I wanted to blog but my body refused to partake
It can be about anything, anyone, views and hopes
But still even when I wanted to so bad
I was refused by the force of nature
I couldn’t even start

This went on for hours and nothing happened

I wanted to blog but failed at it
Thoughts need to be shared
Good news need to be told
Situations need to be attended to
And yet, I didn’t even know where to start

I wanted to blog so bad

My whole being just didn’t understand this need I had
Maybe if I think hard enough
Would this be a writer’s block?
Would this be that nothing was worth being mentioned?
How is that even possible, I ask again?

There’s a lot of things going on out there

It never has to be about me
That’s what makes it so fun
Whatever the mind thinks can be blogged

I wanted to blog but there was nothing to blog about

I’m not that much into politics to even start on that
I’m not that much into characters to swing that way
But still I wanted to blog

I wanted to blog and then I was blank

Am I lacking inspiration of note?
Am I lacking direction?
I doubt that

There’s always love to blog about

There’s always life itself to use
But yet again, I had nothing to blog about
I wanted to blog but I failed dismally
Well right there, I gave up and stood up.

I Am Starving

I am starving

Starving deep inside
I am starving for sanity to help me breathe
Fresh and saving
I am starving for a smile
Two corners of my mouth

It takes time, though I trust not in it

The attention I long for
One I bleed for
The heartbeat that is meant to intertwine
Not one by one, but as one

I am starving for you in me

Somewhere in places I know not exist
The search that should always result
When the heart and mind do consult

I am starving with no words

Just a pen on paper drawing
Actions that do not even move
Waiting for the right time to explode
Tears that overflow internally
They burning like lava

I am starving for my pores to fill

My heart is not even in its right spot, it left
For I am seeking for what I always had
Time never showed, that’s sad
I seek for composure and sanity
For my mind to be free
Feed me, save me, see me and feel me

For I am starving in your presence

I AM STARVING…

i left the door open

I left the door open

I left the door open

I left the door open and it started to rain
It rained so hard that my house flooded
It happened without warning
The shock cut like a knife
All my lights went off

When all the water was running through

Ran under and in between
I left the door open
With my selfishness and greed
It rained

One could hear water splash like a water fall

As it hit against walls
All the screams were just wishful thinking
What the rain came with was harder than that
I left the door open
And it started to rain

There’s so much pain in the house of four walls

The water even drowning thoughts
The flood needed a boat
The space became small
The depth became deep

We needed to breathe but it was too deep

I left the door open
And it started to rain
It hit harder than a Tsunami
And the aftermath left souls separated

The symbols of all this is heart felt

The mind cannot even comprehend
Pores filled with water
Right there I almost surrendered
But the thought of living without shelter
Had me fighting harder than before
I left the door open
And it started to rain.

BURNS

When the street burn

When it burns with no cracks

It will leave you hollow
It will leave blank
The time consumed with oxygen to keep it burning
The need of that crack
The meaning that never seize to arise
Messed up mentality
The hurt tears deep
No physical cut would measure
The burning sensation that mentally draws you back

When the streets burn

When it burns with no cracks
With everyone watching
Hoping that the fire burns out
The reality that shock us
The thought that when it all happened
We were all standing there
Burn the hurt

When the streets burn

When it burns with no crack…

The mind, That mind

The mind. That mind!

The mind that thinks,

Where to from here?
The mind that wonders,
What ever happened?

Rolling in words that don’t make sense,

Producing thoughts that should save you
The mind that never sleeps,
Every molecule has its own purpose
When it’s time to serve the body,
It will paralyze you

The mind that blanks out,

When one needs it the most
The mind that not only sees the light through,
It gets you through the darkness even when it’s too heavy
The mind, that mind

It might not function well and gets you labelled,

It proves its power that goes beyond
The mind that will have people turn against you,
What you think, say and do will be a reflection

When did it matter?

Right when you start using it
When did it focus?
Right when you had a plan
The mind that loses itself in its own self,
The internal self-battle we hardly win

Will it wonder?

As it only does that when not directed well
Will it think well?
When you let it and give it time
The mind that will run faster than your mouth,
Be careful of it all, think

The mind that will bring sanity when not wasted

It will bring you inner peace that you always need
The mind that I know and believe
Well I will also trust, at times
The mind that never dies, metaphorically
It has been programmed systematically

That mind we all have,

Though more fail to put it to good use
That requires composure
The mind, that mind…

These streets

These streets

 

We ran the streets hard

We ran to places we didn’t even know
We just enjoyed the adventure
The things we would discover

We ran the streets like rascals on a mission

We didn’t care who saw us
We just ran

The streets were a learning field

We had a need to take over
We never thought we would grow
We never realized we were just a next generation
What we were doing was already done
But we didn’t care

According to us we were the first to ever do it

And we were just proud and excited when the results were seen
People will laugh at you because they are not in the field with you
We learned a lot in the streets
So much that our grown days are reflections of what we used to do
Yes, in the streets that we ran.

We created things while we discovered others

The champs of the streets
We grew up and we started seeing change
Running the streets was not easy as it was before
The energy was less

Discoveries were not as exciting as they were

People just saw us as normal
Even some people we ran with started walking

The streets have become different

The next generation had other plans
When people say “in my time”
The streets is where the phrase came to life

Everyone has their own “streets life”

What you did and what you do
The difference was visible
People are not the same, at all
The streets, my teacher…