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Broken 

Image :Jean-Michel Bihorel

Broken is the real lock underneath, 

broken is face behind the mask,

broken is a path most travelled yet most feared, 

broken is a vase in pieces on the floor, 

broken is a call to heed, 

broken brings forth a burning desire, 

broken can lose control,

broken can end a story, 

broken can snatch a soul,

broken can kill a dream and slaughter a fantasy,

broken can build a story,

broken can be a journey to a greater purpose, 

broken can unlock a prisoner, 

broken can bind to fate, 

broken can instill a life long lesson, 

broken can open the doors to hell, 

broken can create a monster,

 broken can reveal the sight to freedom, broken can uncover a wound and resurrect a scar, 

broken is an inevitable path.

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It begins… 

1

Trying to predict the end from the beginning,

The ending of the story yet untold,

Predicted but not yet written,

Full of promises unfulfilled,

Tales of a journey hoping to end in serenity,

But the hurdles tempt to fatigue,

So back to the beginning…
2

At the end of the all,

May the journey stand the test of time,

May the mind wallow in its midst,

May it flood the heart with its desires,

May it be retold,

The tales of the hour glass.

HER WORLD


When she closes her eyes 

And her world comes to life, 

Where the stab feels so real,

When the pain feels so alive,

Where the spell is manifesting itself,

Where all chaos stops  ,

And silence begets freedom .

Forever. 
In the midst of pleasure and pain. 

Image: mustvalge.deviantart.com

Going Under… 

Beneath the waters,finding comfort under like a submarine, expectations  yet disillusioned ,desiring a gaze at the  sun as it penetrates the desert sands, thriving to survive in the glowing entity of actual moments but trying to control the burning longing destroying the inside .Keeping you captive.

To remake ,remould or better yet ruin. Wallowing in the pleasures of pain,letting it carry you to your astral element.
Meditate upon the fires that want to consume you,bow to the wild imagination that keep you moving. Don’t fade.  

Complete the story… 

I’m at a distance, I can hear the battle sounds, but I must proceed, give myself strength to tread on, though it’s getting a toil on me, I keep my mind to the things that give me a reason to stay alive, the journey must proceed, I may encounter the battle…one step at a time. 

Complete the story….keep writing 

Image: my first tattoo 

The unspoken 


Phoenix arisen, 

Ashes blown by the wind, 

Soul secured but the desire’s threatening to break out. 

Thoughts driven onto lone highway, 

Spotting the oncoming train, 

The feelings swayed by current, 

Into the tides towards the silent unknown ‘Take me away, let the unspoken dreams find itself in the midst of it all ‘

The closed doors resist the secrets exit. 

A character in a painting 

A character in a painting, 

One that will soon be forgotten as I don’t form the major part in the art, 

Little do they know, that I’m the aspect that inspired the whole concept. 

Without me, the artist will voluntarily cease to be. 

Perhaps I should also seize the moment and reflect on my irrelevance to majority of the eyes and appreciate the few misfits who identify with me.