Wronged

we have been wronged in our stories
the stories we tell the world are our very own our very being
the stories we sing us goodnights and goodmornings to

have we wronged in our stories though

The Ones

the ones who travel the lengths
the ones who breathe on a knife's edge
the ones who wear skin on the sleeves

are

the ones who will know what it takes
the ones who will make the difference



the rest of what remains will drown in a lifetime of miserable alibis 

The Living Paradox

isn't it amusing
how we are
a bunch of baffled spaces
carefully wrapped neat
in layers of absolute contradictions and absurd logics

do we really live
or, is it life that grows skin, one at a time 

Dead End

for once
love was about nothing beyond
for once
love was about a simple story
for once
love was about love

love was in the dead ends this once

Mannequin

and a headless manwhore
he stood soiled and scathed
right in the heart
of a dead sea washing faceless lives ashore

Just a Step Away From a Masterpiece

i am just a step away from a masterpiece

one step
that's the entirety of distances
that remains
distances so subtle yet distances so elaborate

i am just a step away from a masterpiece
but then, so are you

does it make me any lesser
does it make you any better

i am just a step away from a masterpiece
but then, so are you

will we make it
maybe
or, maybe not
is it about the one singular step
or, is it the journey that's all of what ever mattered
what happens if we make it
would it be any different if we didn't
would a masterpiece suffice ever for the cosmos of a void you feed within, everyday

a lot many lovers
a lot more heartbreaks
loathed in one's own glory
wrapped in measured intimacies behind chequered walls and wailing silences
almost as if the near apt fable of an epidemic
somewhat like wreaking havoc
a lot more poetic
a lot less romantic

i am just a step away from a masterpiece
but then, so are you
and, would we ever know if we made it
maybe
or, maybe not
would it matter whether the remnants of a lifetime were dipped in the sunken glory of a fallen existence or drenched in the bleeding wounds of a celebrated afterlife
would any of it be ever enough to appease the clenched jaws and the trembling veins



i am just a step away from a masterpiece
but then, so are you