dreamless

tears drop down on my face
a dreamless night
images of you
conquer the silence
of the darkness
within me
nowhere near
not anywhere to be found
a constant wait
wait for an endless calm
play each note of my humble existence
I am vulnerable
I have been broken
I have gone
taken the colors away
slow
still
sudden
I expose a monochrome being

listen to the song i wrote for you

unforsaken

Words stay prettier when they are unuttered-
-unspoken, undisclosed, undiscovered...
Silence makes the best companion sometimes,
and ocean moves with its healing powers displaying its omnipotence..

My silence is your resilience.

It s a black and white canvas lived through a projection light.
Embodiment with lack of the positive; contoured within their negative spaces.
The spatial relations display a displaced existence..

Body poetics define fragments of an undisclosed story

Time passes away in a manipulated passage...
This is the story of a girl--
A girl, who thrives to live the vivid memory that she had lost before she could have it.

sometimes loneliness is the only way life offers...
Floating like a white lily
-airyness--
makes our loves exist in the deepest shades of the waters...

I let you define me in so many different ways

I let myself to let you to define me

I let myself be defined by you

                                     in so many different ways.

fall - get crushed

                 by my fragile tendencies

get defined by me when let in, me in you                                                    
me let in me in you in shadows of us
allow me to trace your footsteps you left in the dark                                          
         with the pieces of sand you kept leaving behind after each step
                                                                  as you walked out.
each piece sparkle with fright as I lay my eyes on their fragile existence.
Darkness is acting out its utmost fearful state in complete silence.
I have fairy dust clenched in between my fingers waiting to be dropped fast
                 lingering down slowly down in the air.
I want it to be collected in a pile of colorful sparkle right above your lips so
I can lick it off in you sight and feed my hunger for magical mystics.

mistified in dust
misfit in borrowed time
             - with touch in lack
mislead-                     white pony

mistified in dust
misfit in borrowed time
mistyped-
mistyped characters

miss-false misfalse

mistified in dust
misfit in borrowed time
mistyped-
mistype of characters
oh mis Con!