insomnia, perhaps?

I call you out wandering in vacuums echoing of familiar yet unfriendly voices, hidden hollowness in my eyes comes out as the white doesn’t glisten in the luminescence of nights, devoid of you, your discourses, your words And the inevitability of insecurities strike my soul bursting continually in flames with furious fumes of those fears

On fearing forevers

The words you whisper are etched at the back of my head like those syllables I never let soar about how my fears tend to know how to get the best of me in the darkness of those days where my love for you gets intensified by your absence that haunts the very core of

Voices.

Kill yourself, I would listen to the voices go about again as I find myself Listening constantly to the Circular chiming of the ceiling fan that plays along with the wind that blows and witnesses my survival. My muscles don’t move no more And I keep my hands hidden as they shiver holding back from

Pieces

I hear them dicing down the Lego houses where you and I used to play pretend, Where you’d make coffee for us while I would dust away the spiders that try to weave our stories in the callousness of their cobwebs, Where every Christmas, we would vacuum the floors of those voids everyone has left

Headache

He tells me his head feels heavy with all the words that I speak sticking in the roof of his mouth like earwax, That my kisses seem too sweet and end up like Honey he finds his forehead drowning in, the weight of my hands is overwhelming as I let them move over his face

Vibgyor

I love you Like the shades of a rainbow radiating In the might of a rain pouring down with a Passion that could never equate ours, The violet peeping through my arms you crush with those stubborn shoulders that refuse to give up the touch of my skin striking against yours, The tinge of indigo

On trying to let go

I see the veins on your forehead palpitating, The wrinkles in your smiles diminishing, Your laughter doesn’t echo in corridors anymore, Your presence seems more emptying than any of those absences, I think I understand now, The way your eyes explore the sea ports streching their way to the town we first met in, What

On loosing

Would this be yet another night then, When I’d give in to my disappointing desperations, And think out loud, In inaudible murmurs, The incongruity of our little infinities, Mourning over the losses of those momentous joys they share, And the sunrise that seems to shadow those sunsets, Where I’d breathe in again, This fear of

Wake up (please?)

The stillness in here is sad and suffocating, There’s this sense of desolate dejection in these walls that are not even painted, just plastered on with shades of contaminated chloroform and never-ending narcotics, I’ve never seen you as unmoving as you are now, there’s just so much rushing everywhere, But the blood inside your veins

The last musing

Tonight, I’m sad. Tonight, I feel lonely. My hands slipped in pursuit of yours, There, Where you no longer are. I got to witness the happiest shade of white when we rambled on and roamed around, did I ever tell you that? With you, I felt the desperation in my soul taking the best of