Unbreaking Chains

 

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

Work? Study? You may also go on with your routine. Live the life you have always known. Or perhaps the life you have always wanted to live or the life you were trying to escape from.

Write a book. Discover an element. Try out for a mindless reality show.  Finish the Harry Potter series.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

I called out your name. Deafening silence. Everyday. Day and night. I called out your name. Repeatedly, until my voice gave out. My heart gave out. And you never came back.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days since you went off to the sunset. I am still here, calling out your name.

Tomorrow, I do this all over again.

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Abstracts. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Endless white walls.
Her eyes closing.

Dark stretched canvas.

Without playing a single note.

Blue hues, with drops of rain.

Scratches of red wine.

Etched in the wood work.

Dividing oceans,

Moving deep orange sunsets.

Silence resonating.

Pulse racing.

Into the falling leaves.

Across the echoes of her mind.
Disappearing, quickly.

As she came.

Into the night.

Random Playlist.

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You close your eyes, trying to drown in silence.
In the darkness of midday.
Everyone gets lost around you.
Mindlessly, on loop.

You blink back those tears. Struggling.
Struggling to breathe.
Piercing summer heat calling you out to play.
Mindlessly, on loop.

You open your mouth, to speak.
Your thoughts drawing a blank canvas.
Blue. Red. Yellow. Green.
Mindlessly, on loop.

She kisses your eyelids. She wipes away your tears. She lovingly caresses your mouth.
Stretch of white sand. Walking along a crowded mall. Sitting on a park bench.
Happily, on loop.

No words. Absolutely no need.
Days, months, years.
Just her, on loop.

Seconds Apart.

Falling deeper

Tonight, the questions keep on coming.

Like the rain, drops slowly pouring in to your open window.

You ask, you beg, you pray, you yell, you surrender.

Still, the questions remain unanswered.

With the whys contradicting the hows, each time leaving you more confused than the last.

Stillness of the earth, inviting, keeping you afloat. Repeatedly, you ask.

Where do you go? What do you do?

The faint echoes of silence nudging, depriving, reminding.

And tonight, the questions keep on coming — beating on what’s left of your battle worn heart.

Time is up.

 

Drawn.

Hues and Shadows

In you, I surrender.

A step closer — my soul completely vanishes.

Into you, I ache.

Your stunning lips mend the uncompromising wounds.

With you, I soar.

Slight kiss reveals what was long forgotten.

For you, I’ll live.

Every second — you whisper a thousand truths.

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This photo was taken last weekend at dawn (Calatagan, Philippines) with inspiration within reach.

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In the spirit of the recently concluded Oscar awards, I graciously accept the nomination from the lovely Ashley Cameron of ashleycameronwriting.wordpress.com. She writes amazing poems so please do check out her blog.

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