Illusive Reply

Under the influence of alcohol, only that, it's without alcohol.

Ravaged by the effects of sleep deprivation.

Standing here in the cold, shivering, waiting for an answer.

An answer to a not-so-burning question, but still, an answer.

Didn't you know it was rude to make people wait?


Under the influence of a movie, this time, with a movie.

Still ravaged by the effects of sleep deprivation, only this time, feelings are not on leash.

Standing here in the blur, squinting, waiting for a sighting.

A sighting for a clearer picture from the vague one in front of me.

I wouldn't mind spilling the beans, but would you be able to stomach it?


Everything's loose, nothings' on leash. It's dangerous, because there is no control.
But it feels free, it feels liberating.

I wonder what you're doing, imagine where you are
There's oceans in between us, but that's not very far

Lies, Deceit, Betrayal

If I don't talk to you who else am I gonna talk to?

I don't wanna talk to you, just don't talk to me.

Keep fucking hurting me in, when others were celebrating with lights I had to cover myself in darkness.

Tummy hurts, ouch, let me go home.
Only to see more pain
Keep making me a fool with your words, I just feel like punching you in the face.
Both you of.

You have given me more reasons to hate the both of ya'll.

And I'm screaming within

Who's listening? Who'll listen?

Sickening

No one's hearing, these walls must be talking cause I can hear them speak.

Yes, the walls are listening, silently.

No wait, it's just me talking to myself, listening to me.

Fffuck.

Haiku Evidence

If anything were to happen, I would want you to know.

It's happening all around, and we're just witnesses to this paranomal activity. Witnesses, of our own demise in isolation. It's not isolation that we dread, it's knowing that all around everything feels decimated in our soil of our fathers, the skin of our bare hands.

For all the things that never died, to all the things that never died

What about now, what about today? What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?

To the demise we're in, for the sake of our souls

To know that it's not only us, it begs the question: What if it's lost behind words we could never find?

For all the words between the lines, to all the words between the lines

The meaning of our significance seems vague, that rewriting the dictionary seems the only possible way to rid us off this cruelty. Sanity, they need it.

To desolation, for insolation

The sun is breaking in your eyes, to start a new day.

Shadows fade into the light, I am by your side.

Metamorphosis Haunting

All of a sudden I was trying to get a hold on my breath.

Grabbing air, anyone?

Heart was racing.

Grand prix, anyone?

This was not any race. It's not even a race to begin with.

Don't get too excited, I said to myself.

It might not be what you think(hope) it is

Pfft, that's easy for you to say.

I am you.

Oh ya, I forgot. Silly me.

And now I'm sitting there, thinking.

What should I send back?

I think I've figured something out.

What is it?

It's a message of some sort. You wouldn't understand.

I am you.

Oh ya, I forgot. Silly me.
Are you reading this?

The Sexy Language

Señorita,

He estado pensando en ti.

Pienso en ti todo el tiempo.

Sólo puedo pensar en ti.

Tienes una sonrisa muy hermosa.

Una sonrisa tuya me hace inmensamente feliz.

Cierro mis ojos y te imagino junto a mi.

Buenos días

Clueless

Somehow, today morning was one of the best mornings I've ever experienced. The temperature was just fantastic. It felt like the breeze was caressing my body, tingling me with it's sensual arousal.

I was dying to say this ever since today morning, so yes, it's finally said.
I wanna go deeper now.



I don't know. I don't know what does all this mean.

It's the silence that kills

I don't know. I felt like a complete idiot.

You fucking idiot

I don't know. It felt like one of the mistakes I'd eventually make because I don't ever learn from experience.

Urgh, shoot me

I don't know. I can't decipher the silence.

There is something to decipher, but I can't tell what is it

I don't know. I usually think about negative stuff when this happens.

After all, this always happens right, the bad stuff? Right?

Yeah, you're right.

Stop talking to yourself, Ravin

Yeah, I think I should stop this.

Fuck fuck fuck, the fucking irony behind this.

And somehow, thoughts don't seem that secret anymore. Fucken hell, stupid mistake

2 For 10

About 20 years ago, at 2044 hours, the moans and screams from a lady was overshadowed by the wails coming from an infant.

Sliding out of the protection provided by his mom for 9 months, he was finally introduced to the world.

Thanks to all, to everyone. Thank you.
(Yessa, finally)

Armour

Just as I expected.

Those words were like flaming daggers

But I'm not going to let this affect me. Nothing's gonna bring me down.

Things have changed, and the way I look at things has changed. Now, every obstacle seems less daunting, and more challenging.

And what if something horrid happens?

I tell myself,"Don't worry, you'll soon forget about it."

Like what Jason said,"I won't worry my life away."

Dagger

I feel hurt. So, so hurt.

I thought we were mates for so many years.

Yet, I wasn't even invited.

Why? Cause she and me ain't speaking no more?

And to think that the pictures were taken without me. Without me even knowing ya'll were taking pictures.

I only wish you weren't my friend, so I could hurt you in the end

Looks like I ain't part of this clan anymore.

I'm the bad one now?

Fuck, urgh fuck.

I feel like punching something

Urgh

Poetry Emotion

Love letters; It's been ages since I've ever written one. With the technology available, letters have started to have the letter "e" in front of it.

It's been pretty funny, these couple of days. Not only has it been difficult, it's been, exciting in a way. I've been busy deciphering my feelings and actions, to find out the cause of all these uncertain feelings. I've definitely found out what's behind all the commotion in my head.

Cross my heart hope not to die

You see, it's one thing to find out the cause of all this. People will say that it's a first step, but I don't want to stop there. I'd like to go one further by looking at how I can possibly better the situation I'm in.

Then the unnamed feeling, it comes alive

It has been years since I've ever written a love letter. Honestly, I feel that those weren't anything close to love letters, but you tend to say this when time passes. Definitely though, I'm sure my that understanding of this universal term all use, when they see 2 people being united as one, has grown. It has definitely not filled up till it's brim, I'm not close to that too, but at least now, I can understand more than I once did.

Then the unnamed feeling, treats me this way

Here it goes, my letter to you:

I hope I won't scare you off with this. I'm honestly pretty horrible at these things, so be kind.

It has been weeks since we've been in indirect company with one another, one day for a week. Honestly, it feels as though that one day of being there isn't enough to fulfill this insatiable appetite I have to see you. It feels weird cause, we've never spoken to each other, I hardly know you at all, but you have given me a need. A need, to see you.

It's weird cause, we barely know each other and yet, I think of you at every possible moment. It's not the funny, and often misused word "love", it can't be because we hardly know one another, yet, you have given me this craze about you. What is it about you that makes me feel this way towards you?

It's everything about you. Your reserve attitude, you perfect looks, your detailed appearance, everything. From your hair that curls down, to your braces that shine your smile, to your cardigan that never seems to leave your upper body. It's everything about you.

And yet, you might wonder why, if I have been feeling this way all along about you, I haven't even took the chance to speak to you? It's because, you make me feel inferior. It is something that's rare because, no one has ever made me feel inferior; People stereotype me for the big confident guy who fears and works under no one, yet, it's when I'm around you that I feel this way. I feel so much smaller, so much human than I usually do around others. You're tall, but I'm sure it's definitely more that just your height. I can't put my finger on it, I simply don't know why.

I'm the opposite from you, talkative and imperfect and lousy in the things I do. I'm so afraid to even say hi to you. You don't scare me, but I feel so nervous when I see you looking at me. You are one of the few that make me feel inferior, and its something rare because I'm always the dominant looking one.

I feel very low in confidence when I contemplate approaching you. I feel that, someone like you, you would never talk to a person like me. You make me feel human, you like a goddess. You make me feel small, that you wouldn't even look at me. You have glanced when I'm looking, but it's just that, glances, and nothing more. You make me feel that I'm just another Jack on the street.

Who am I to you? you might ask. I'm no one, but you're definitely someone to me. Deep down I doubt you hardly feel the same way about me. It would be a little painful, it would, but it's warranted by the fact that we don't know anything about each other.

I feel so ridiculous writing this, I don't know if I should even send it out.

All I want you to know is that, you're definitely someone to me, stranger.

Take care, and hopefully I don't freak out when I look at you after sending this out, and hopefully you don't make me feel any smaller than I already do after you've read this.

See you next week, and the week after, and the week after.

Most Sincerely

Ravinder(feeling human for once) Singh

Then the unnamed feeling, takes me away

Anxiety Attack

It's been a while since I had the time to do this. You know, just sitting down early in the morning, with music in my ears, feeling the high from deprived rest. I miss it.

I won't worry my life away

Things hasn't been that good.

I was just thinking of you, Boston

Feels down, and abandoned.

And there you were, sitting quietly, and we exchanged glances

"Yes, you're being very un-alright recently."

I guess you mean that much to me

Now I know when all this started.

I'd love to share my thoughts on why i like them so much, but no one really cares.

Focus on that, eliminate the words that you have no idea about in terms of what I'm referring to, and you'd get it.

I'm just missing one thing though.

Owl, where are you?