So life goes on, and we pretend that everything is okay. How else can we live, how else can we face our tomorrows, yesterdays. the ghosts from failures past, failures in the future or the current failure to foresee the failure to be. How else can we continue but pretend. This is faith, pretending what is as if it isnt. So life goes on,we smile, we laugh, we dance, with heavy hearts,  constrained souls. This is life, this is how we know it to be. I will wake up again and i will say i believe and will pretend to act like i believe, this is faith. Trying by all means to be what the word says, and yet there is a battle inside that yearns for the opposite. A hard feeling inside, an almost immovable force within me. I will wake up and i will try again. maybe by faith as the word says, i will defeat my inner man, i will raise above things that don't matter and look upon that which does, so maybe,just maybe i won't have to pretend but be that which i was created to be, not the self i have developed, but that which is required of me. So life goes on, with its joys, sorrows, pains, and expectations. and i continue and pretend, with the hope this pretence would be something more real.

Empty pages stirring back at me,
empty dreams,haunting me daily
Empty songs resonant in these labyrinths.
Empty vessels
oh the noise they make.
Empty eyes, emotionless and deep
empty, empty, empty
All is void of meaning

Empty skies
 the complexion of my mood
Empty spaces 
oh those haunting sounds, 
(my cry for help)
Empty bottles,
yet i feel no better.
Empty prayers,
faithless hope lingers
Empty clouds,
Its all a facade 
Empty, empty, empty
this vacant space inside is oh! 
so empty

dusty streets

....this dust blurs my vision
dust particles 
that hurt my eyes,
make me cry a little
and set free 
a sigh of desperation
a call to divinity
A futile prayer to my Deity.

dancing to the rhythm of love

dancing to the rhythm of love,
entangled in this embrace,
oblivious to popular sounds
cocooned in this pleasant air.
we dance to the beat of our hearts

been walkin through this tunnel....

been walking through this tunnel,
feels my walk is eternal,
still trying to find the light
to clam my freight.
suicidal thoughts,
plague my mind.
like a dead man walking.
can you see the vulture's flocking.
death knocks on my door ,
but my fear,i do not show.

i feel like i'm locked,
 behind invisible bars.
"quarantined"
 like i contracted "s.a.r.s"
avoided like leper
while this hatred gnaws deeper.

my body is weary,
my feet are heavy,
because of this aimless,endless
wandering,
through these dusty streets.
punting through eddies of dust,
in search of a path,
an answer,
an easy way out.

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she left me with only an echo
of her voice inside.
one that resonates in the labyrinths of my heart.
causing me to shake in grief.
her companions,shared in my grief.
they sang sober songs in tribute.
i woke up to their dirge,
this morning that,
raised a tear in my heart.

been gone a while,and i can still feel the pain,
the sorrow that rings in these empty space.
her departure,evident in this painful silence
that stubs my ears,
so much that it numbs my senses.
i begin to forget the beauty in her voice.

desperate,i sometimes submerge into the
insides of me,reach into the pockets
of my heart.
so maybe i might her echoing voice
recapture.
and resurrect her in me.

song

there is a song singing in my head.
a rhythm beating in my heart,
rhythmic and nostalgic
like an ancient drum,
sweet as her name,
sweeping through me like a careless
whisper.
tantalizing,spell binding ,
moving my heart to dance to
her rhythm.

this song singing inside of me,
is alluring,its exciting.
yet it mocks me,as i try to reach out
to touch it.
it eludes me,and drifts further from my grasp.
it cradles me still
like a lullaby,
hypnotises me into a sleep
so deep.
i sink deeper into it's sumptuous depths.
cast into a trance,listen to my heart in dance.