I don't like being jealous.
I don't like how that feeling consumes me from within.

An all encompassing flame eating away at my heart.

It begins with a single spark but when those sparks become more frequent, it builds into an inferno of self loathing, of self pity.

It's embers glowing, punishing me. Throbbing silently. Constantly reminding me of the hurt.

The very oxygen that is necessary for our survival, fuels the wildfire, feeds it till I see the blisters forming on my chest.

I don't know how to relieve myself of this pain.

I can't bare the thought of loosing you. But will I loose myself in the process?

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Isn't life so weird?

Ussi ek pal me...

We end up hurting and worrying for the same person.

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So quiet is the silence.
Dust hangs in the air.
A pause;
A hesitation;
Wait!
Go slowly.
My breath is cold; empty.
But my heart beats;
Soft;
Tender;
Strong!
Still alive.

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The bank to my flowing river;
The shore to my rocky waves;
A lighthouse, whose light guides my lost boat in the dark, stormy night across a loney sea.

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She looked up at the sky,
gazing into the moon,
wishing to be set free.


Little did she know,
He was holding her hand,
kneeling behind her with a ring.

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SHADOWS

Shadows dance underneath my eye lids,
Growing bigger and bigger with every moment.
I try to make sense of the images they show me,
things that they try to tell me.
But just when I begin to comprehend, they pull away; diminishing into nothingness.
I scramble to hold (onto) them, fling my arms trying to catch their wispy bodies. Scream at them to wait. Using up all the air in my lungs just to be loud enough to be heard.
But it’s too late now. They have left. No sign of them anywhere.
I open my eyes trying to makes sense of what I saw. Only to be greeted by the titling of birds and a soft ray of sunshine.

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Everyone has darkness inside of them.
Just don't let it cut through the light, or else you will go astry.
Everyone has light inside of them.
Just don't let it shine on the darkness, or else you won't have depth anymore.

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I often wonder,
where happiness starts.
The journey usually begins,
in my heart.

I possess,
A happinesses view.
I must stick to my values,
And in the mirror, I must be true.

Spending time with others,
who I love and deeply care.
It's these simple moments in time,
every day I'd love to share.

All the fortunes in this world,
Won't make my spirits sing.
It's amazing how much joy,
a baby's cooing seems to bring.

Happiness is processed,
a million times inside each mind.
The secret is no secret,
just be positive and kind.

This feeling that we seek,
does not depend on age.
I truly hope it follows us,
as I turn another page.

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Sometimes love is like this rose.

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