"Galactic wings", the
stars cheered,
as they kissed at the altar,
dressed in white,
vowed to be each other's
in everything - blue
& bright,
eternally entwined
to witness this beautiful
riddle, we call life.

-

Irony, isn't it?
The acres you "own",
never included the people
who called it home.

Facing them,
the 14 year olds,
putting on camos, &
these heavy belts of ammos,
for every bloodshed
would sheild their land.

You dare call it homecoming
with an AK47 & grenades
in your hand,
albeit peace is just an emoji
in this era, you man!

-

Restless, unable to resist the raging tempest,
churning me from within,
for I chose to fight a battle, already lost,
leaving nothing, but his lies & deceit.

Albeit he roared my name,
hunting cities I escaped,
her storm lingered & lasted,
more than our moments, now dead.

Yet it aches my heart to surrender,
& my lub-dubs bid farewell,
for a pawn is all I was,
in his bloody game.

-

A mirage of happiness
were all those nights.
Where you danced with me
with her thoughts on your mind.
You were my only cologne,
for I'd choose you every single time.
But baby, I have realised,
that other girl, was always I,
& the love of my life,
wasn't actually mine.

-

The mornings are bleak as nights,
while my muse 've lost its may.

I walk alone, admist them chaos,
scribbled inside my veins.

For this chapter is a curse,
that I read, & lead.

Where The Road taken,
was never meant to be.

-

can forge the deepest of
distress, if sincere,
for her heart asks honesty to
beat.

-

These feelings, wear me off
like wax of burning candlesticks.
Hey! I've been long lost,
in the museum of this ghosted being.
For 'neath this veil of human skin,
lies scattered pieces,
that I am still trying to upkeep.

-

the muse twinkling
in the night sky
indespensable, unbreakable,
even at the
new moon's sight.

-

Scars from the past
crawls under my skin,
to break free
the chains, those held me in.
In the darkest of nights
I finally can see,
breathing beneath
the carcass of memories.
Was blindfolded
by my own beliefs,
whilst I blamed those promises
too hard, for a boy to keep.

-

What if I say,
"I don't want this anymore?"
Will you be paitent enough
to let me choose,
& walk on the path I construe,
Or will I be caged in guilt &
labelled names,
for the bubble once we lived in,
was an illusion afterall?

-