Tuesday, 15 March 2016


Take a person out of dungeons. 

Show her the flowers, the sun and the moon.

Show her an existence in search of a better version of truth.

Show her that you could be anything, anything in this messed up world!

And when she's something worth herself, leave. 

Blame time, 'cause that's a better excuse.

I hope you realize that leaving in first place, had made it the dungeon. 

But who cares. 

You could fall in hatred too, like in love.
But the worst part is, you could not hate anything as much as you could hate yourself.
Welcome to a world that has no exit gates.

Tuesday, 1 March 2016

From within the betweens.

 I must've said this in the previous posts too.

The world is divided by two voids. They're both self sufficient. 

When you're in one, you can't believe that the other one exists. 

They both compliment each other's existence and at the same time are the exact opposites. 

She could be very excited somedays, when she'd be happy beyond measure. There wouldn't exist a thing that could let her spirit down.

Then there were those days, which were absolute darkness, succumbing to herself would seem impossible. 

Both the voids could engulf her and she'd surrender. 

Until she realized that the transition is about control. 

Now, she could fix herself. 

Blue skies from Pain?
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
a smile from a veil?

We're just two lost souls, swimming in a fish bowl year after year. 
Running over the same old ground, what have we found?
The same old fears? 
Wish you were here.
-Pink Floyd (Wish you were here)