endless tales

Sometimes, we crawl. Sometimes, we walk. Sometimes, we run. But sometimes, we leap.

If you have truly experienced life, you will have learnt to hold your tears. Holding them inside the walls of your eyes and not letting them flow. Holding on tight, a tiny little moment of staring made out of infinity with just a trace of tears. And a second more of acceptance and that's it. Just you and your vulnerable self.

Stop the music. Stop everything. Make no noise.

By missing you , I'm missing me. You became me when no one allowed me to be me. We were one soul, having the most mind consuming conversations and discussions. You let me be the person I could not be with anyone; the authentic me.

Clarity is Spiritual.

It's alright if you light your light. This beauty would be irrefutable; it would be undeniable. It would be invincible.

I'm all wounds and gashes. But I'm silence.

I have the words. And I know how to join them. But would I?

Bullets, cannons, swords, knifes. They don't choose sides. They never say that they want to liquify this particular community or pierce this or that particular person.They just do what is told of them and that is to either rip muscles apart; injuring or just to put'em down. They never say anything but remain with absolute silence. They go to the direction they are pointed at; not mattering who or what it is or how many they hit. They don't look at the color or ethnicity; beliefs, culture or religion, richer or poor; rightist or leftist, they don't see it. They just do their jobs. And that is the life expectancy; dying at the contact of something.

If our smiles could reach our eyes and hearts! Damn it.. The difference that would make would be unparalleled!

If we could calm our ego a little bit down, can you imagine how happy you would be? Or the other person you are so mad at?

From the pit of my stomach, from the bottom low of my heart, I'm afraid what will happen next. I would come to fear the so defined" Get out before its too late" But let's be frank: I'm already there. Nothing to regret and I'm happy. But this ain't meant to be. This ain't supposed to do much good. And I know I'm trying to get the courage to stand up and leave, with my head held high. But it's just that it's too good to make an effort to leave the ground. What if could dismiss my mind and fly with my heart? Or I could just removeboth of my mind and heart and I could just feel the wind?

I'm still unsure of the completeness of my feelings for you. I know you light up my world. I know that whatever we have right now isn't enough. And I keep yearning for more, as if I am dying of thirst and, light to bloom into my fullness. Even though the distance is large, day by day wht I feel seems to steadily rise. And even though I try to put a lid on it, it just flows through the corners, making holes and contours and the beam of light just seeps out into an explosion. Damn you. What would happen to me if you left? What could I do to you if I left? Could I change your world? Could you change mine?

Things get messed up in a second and I get swallowed so easily. And it's much much harder to get up and remember everything that I lost.

There are few things that needs to be kept within your heart. And by that I mean, you have to open your heart, go into the heart of your heart, dig a hole right up there and put those emotions and feelings inside. Put it neatly though. In piles, sheet after sheet, tender and crisp around the edges. Lock it now. Tightly.

In the end, we all need to be almost alright, almost satisfied, almost perfect. We would also like to feel secured, house our dreams in this one person, house our trust without fear, live without regret, live without feeling sorry and most important of all, put in our most sacred-delicate "love" in this one person, knowing that it is safe there and that it would not be cut into pieces.