Talk to me

I wonder  whether this breeze,
   would ease me.

Why can I not break hearts?
    like they do.

Meeting people,
     with different views.

But those that which they
     equip as knives.

I hear thy voices,
    oh !

I'm talking to you !
    give me your answers !

My ailing soul,
   needs redemption !

The  gentle breeze,
    the whispering trees,

The innocent ants ,
    beneath my feet,

The white butterfly,
    skipping around me -- Heal me.




I rest
  my flood of whipped thoughts cease.

I realize,
  Man is man indeed !

Nevertheless,
  endeavoring to conquer --- The Other.

Grasping every word,
   his tongue could twist and turn.



Do they always believe that,
    those words,
    those actions,
    those gestures
Could make them Superior ???

What is that, that is not without me

What is that, that is not without me.
A soul and a spirit that is so -
diverged,
diverted,
divulged,
in the fake worldly wills.

Nowhere do i stand.
Neither here nor there.

Twenty four seven,
my thoughts run around ; I'll sleep over it,
seeking answers from the darkest abyss.

A reflection of an amateur.
A new mirror in front of  me,
An art of imperfections !

Love Untold

Nature acts in its own course.
dark clouds,
lightening,
thunder -
along comes the downpour,
a thunderstorm maybe.

Human nature is restricted.
unfortunate,
sickened hearts,
splints of memories,
whiplashes -
hurt requires tears,
but ,,,
mind could always control them.