Over It

I’m over your smile…
I’m over your charm…
I’m over your firm grip on me…

I’m over your sexy laugh…
I’m over your great physique…
I’m over your tender words…
You’re truth, which are lies… am so over it!

The moonlight on my pillow was your tender caress…
The smell of flowers in the field was you’re breathing against my lobe…

The rain from the clouds turned to my bitter tears…
and the persistent heartbeat in your chest I could feel in my hand.

Now when I look into your eyes, all I see is sorrow…
When I look at your hands, I see destruction…
When I hear your voice, it’s all effervescent toxicities…

I only realize then, that I’m over your charm, over your sweetness,

over your promises and over your touch…

But it’s all a lie, ‘cause when my lips touch yours,

I’m lost all over again…
Lost in your deep sentimental eyes…and that smile…

The smile which made me fall for you the very first time.

Some Wait A Lifetime…

With its twists and turns, its debacles and surprises…

its bestowments and curses and its blessings and joys,

life can be one big ball of energy, bursting with promise yet unequivocally boisterous and volatile.

Life can give you love and easily turn it into hate, it can give you tears and easily turn those into giggles.

Every second of every day, millions are borne into sorrow and yet other millions into stupendous joy,

one relationship kicks off and another culminates into a somewhat natural death…

yet all in a days work, its still disheartening yet brimming with hope.

While some of us seem to effortlessly fall into the sway of love and emotion, others seem to wade the torrentious currents of harsh reality for what seems like forever,

looking, searching and dying to find that true meaning of life.

Some people wait a lifetime for moments like these, moments that seem stolen from the cruelties of life,

moments that seem starkly distinct from the raw tenacity that is the man-eat-man society we all seem to reside in, or survive in…

moments that define who we are and where we have come from and moments in which we retreat into the tender yet loving arms of the ones we love.

But what if all this is but as fleeting as falling leaves in Autumn wind? What if your loved ones have abandoned you and there is nobody around to lift you up when you are down…

to listen to your heartbeat while you sleep…to kiss your tender lips when you yearn for solace…then what?

Its hope that keeps the human race on its rail track of eventualities,

the belief in a better tomorrow and the eradication of the terrible memories of the past.

We may end up waiting a lifetime to find true happiness and contentment,

but once it is found, it will have been worth the long sojourn into the wilderness of meaning.

The Celebratory Tragedy

The Celebratory Tragedy
The period may have been sombre, the trials rather troubling and the experience definitely unforgettable but the outcome was nothing anyone, least of all myself, would have expected. It was a time when my tears flowed freely and unabashedly and when my emotions bubbled over like the raging waves of a burst dam…furious, consuming, destructive and effective in its mission, to make me feel worthless and worn.

My mind was like the sky on a rainy day, dark and tumultuous, sweeping and unpredictable. My heart was the ocean, vast and endless in its capacity, yet exploited and polluted by the filth of experiences and hurt and pain. My body was but an enigma…existent yet dynamic, vibrant but temporary and my soul was clay; malleable, adhesive and weak.

At this funeral, there were no white lilies or crimson roses…shades of black and deepest sorrows were non-existent. The eulogy was short and concise, no flowery vocabulary or praises and thanksgivings…there were only regrets and apologies, reconciliatory statements and promissory notes.
The other strange thing about this funeral was an attendance of only one…myself. But then again, if you put into consideration the purpose of the funeral, you’ll figure out why it turned out the way it did. It all marked the end of an era and the beginning of a new one…a celebration of life and an appreciation of death.

It was the murder of Loneliness…and the culprit was Love.

@natekev