Tag: art

My quote of the day No.3

I have given you a chance to become my galaxy but you chose to be just a star.

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My secret admirer

It’s easier when you remain unknown,
A ghost only visible to me.
You are a secret I intent to keep forever.
Though sometimes your presence is felt in public spaces.
Faceless but I can recognize you from miles away.
You left an imprint in my mind.
Reminding me about your double life.
At night you’re just a glittering star,
During the day you are the sun radiating your multifaceted nature.
You are just a scent that lingers with the wind.
Caught all my attention
My sensation…awakening the dead, forgetful memory I chose to repress.
You are just another skeleton in my closet.
Waiting to be freed from the cage I have put you in.
Get exposed while you are in hiding.
I shall hide you in my canvas
An abstract piece of art.
Priceless…your identity will remain obscure.
I just love your ambivalent nature
Sometimes cold, sometimes hot
You are my secret creation.
Just remain that way.
A code known by only me,
Your beauty I preserve can’t be shared.
You are a high profiled secret
My secret admirer.

You are not a keeper….

I have warned you to stay away
Yet you chose to keep coming back for more.
I thirst for your water from the fountain of lustful desires, deception.
Cleansing my soul with deeper sensations.
Begging me to expose my vulnerability.
Thus you ignite the fire inside with soft traces of your strokes.
Touching, caressing and playing acoustic melodies on my skin.
Reaching deeper and deeper
Until the blazing flames of our desire is tattooed on our skin.
Allowing the forgotten feelings to come alive, visibly.
Evidently leaving behind the invisible scars of our erotic passion.
Then we dance with our bodies under the shadow of shame.
Hiding our faces under the duvet of sinners.
Unshameful about the choice we had made.
You took charge of my thoughts.
Cursing your return with ignorance.
You are not a keeper.
You are just a seasonal passion…creeper.

A gift and a curse

Yesterday is gone with its colourful memories,
All is left for us today is the coldness of the wind
Slowly torturing us like empty WORDS that are saturated wit dreadful desires,
Leaving our hearts with nothing but emptiness
given no opportunity to mend our broken hearts.
A lonely impulse of our lost dreams.
making us restless
Darkness crawling in, suffocating and domineering
Tortured by the shadows that live under our beds
Singing a sad song, drowned within the memento of our broken hearts.
Depicting a clustered memoir that leaves our hearts in so much bitterness.
Fighting a battle we do not understand,
a battle which exist only in the heart.
Having nothing to justify our assumptions
I wish I could turn back time
Make is standstill, allow me to climb over the mountain,
reach the peak
Scream out the pain that is locked inside
release this dreadful memory of you
travel beyond possibilities
Learn to embrace my imperfection
Forgive myself
Oh rescue me, my dear love
I am drowning in my own sorrows
I am feeling hallow
I have learnt my lesson
the experience is deeply wounded with hostility.
Giving me/showing me tough love
I could sense the harsh realities that I have unravelled
Disturbing memories that lock away the mind in the prison of selfish men
I thought I was helping you but I was hurting you.
Pushing you away whne I needed you the most
Cursed by confusion, doubtful thoughts
sunking me dry…leaving me thirsty for more.

revelation

Thank you for making me feel so alive,
remembering the agonizing thoughts of yesterday,
teaching me to embrace all the shortcomings that comes with life,
Everything I thought I knew about you it had faded away like a repressed thought,
You had become an unattended event of the past,
Shared a rehearsed conversation to hide our true feelings,
our superficial fronts follows us like haunted ghost
wrapped with unbearable desires
yet we shut ourselves out of the lustful cocoons
memories we have created are not forgetful dreams
Only if I can hear the liberating melody of my beating heart,
I will understand the message from that one last kiss you gave me
interwoven with good farewells,
promising all the best for the lonely journey we chose to embark…
A kiss which imprint my soul with forbidden pleasures,
slowly evoking the wickedness that lies behind those eyes of yours,
Sinful pleasures that promise to quench my thirst for love,
searching for the truth inside your lies,
tension caving in, building a wall between us.
making us known strangers
exiled by our egos,
Seeking new ways to heal the pain
Your silence overflows with profound revelations.
Now I truly understand why you were part of my past not my future,
you were an obstacle which deprived me to reach my full potential.
BUT NOW I HAVE LET YOU GO
I am more than happy
I am free….

The monster

Can the past predetermine the future?
Why is the past keep recurring in the present?
Thoughts I’ve made peace with everything,
A single memory can exhume the wrath which is woven with worrisome feelings,
The monster always look for ways to put us on edge
superficially torture our souls with rage
forces us to alienate ourselves from reality
putting us in an utopian cage
filter our lives with great pain
then make us to become slaves within our own skins
Penetrating its sweet vengeance through our wild cravings for ecstacies.
Promising to put the mind at ease
surely the process of forgiving is never easy.
Finding the root of our anger requires time
The rise of conflict imprison us with doubts,
Slowly undressing our ego,leaving our bare soul tto experience the coldness of melancholy which is trapped within our unconscious mind.
Instead of moving forward, we feel like we are turning backwards.
Moving back in time of cruelty
What do we do to deal with this destruction?
Clotting our purest thoughts wuth confusion
One day we shall conquer the evil notives of this monster.
Its power is depended on us
Saturated with false implications.
then we are powerful beings, we can break the walls which stop us from enjoying life to the fullest.