The things that become everyday

 

I do it. You do it too.

You bear the impossible.

each day after the next,

till it almost feels normal.

and then you wonder,

Maybe it never was normal.

Maybe this is normal.

 

 

But is it?

The Scream that Nobody Heard.

Ruins of Dhanushkodi : Promised for so much more.
Benefactor of so much less

I am silent because I am afraid that if pushed too far I will end up screaming so loudly that it will shatter and break the world.

For real.

-IWTFY

A Fool's Demise

They chide.  Only a fool fights the sea alone

They judge. Only a fool believes in  goodness in essentially everyone

They preach. Only a fool loves hate gback

They assume. Only a fool holds out on the love they had

They explain. Only a fool tries to fly

They insist. Only a fool burns wishes into the sky

They declare, Only a fool protests against a planet 

They disapprove.  Only a fool adopts people deemed unwanted

They scorn. Only a fool thrives in the intricacy of feeling too much

They reject. Only a fool believes that love can be enough

They scoff.  Only a fool leans against the waves

They curse.  Only a fool surrenders their life onto destiny to save

They laugh.  Only a fool moon-watches in the chance that you are watching too

They impose. Only a fool doesn't do things that we are "supposed to do"

They.

They have made all these rules that berate me. Suffocate me.

Very well then.

I am that fool.

And you should know, 

I am okay with drowning.

And I will die fighting.

Find me Now.

I keep thinking you already know. 

That nagging feeling that you are also contemplating. 

Disintegrating. 

That belief that you get those letters I sent that were only written in my mind.. 

The letters that promised so much yet asked for so little. 

The words that echo the sweet nothings of sunny days  and reiterating all possible ways... 

Please find me now

Please find me now

 before there is nothing left to find. 

A Place Among the Stars

Between a future with its impending troubles

And a past of its share of scars.

Here I stand, amidst this rubble

Wide eyed, staring at the stars

My hands twist and turn in the struggle

To escape these confining bars

Until life bursts my utopian bubble

Maybe I dreamt too much, too soon.

 And much too far.