Iknownothingatall

It scares me at times as I long for the comfort of stability. I long for an equilibrium of certainty. I long for the expected unknown of which you can never give me. What of forever? Will we be intertwined as something beyond what our eyes can see? What our skin can feel and what our tongue can taste? But somehow, this emotions within us, conceal every fear and loathing. It is somehow you and somehow me. Somewhat meant to be or is it just this moment in reality? What of the outcome? Will my love for you ever change? Even through the blood and sweat, will it always be the same? Through the risk that my mind may get shrouded and unclear, possible as history has shown. Straying towards the comfortability of this persistent material world. Its often hard to look beyond something that has been labelled. To realise that there is no perfect way to be in love. What we have been taught and what society has condoned are only of the superficial. The top layer of dust that blinds m...

We grew from tender to stone, Always thinking that strength is key, Sizeable muscles are what society has condoned, What makes a man is the physicality THEY see. Yet even the brawny crack and sway, The affluent, pinched and tear, The polished, wither and fray, Even the bravest halts in fear, While the question still stands, Forget comments and opinions, no matter how insistent, Because no matter what you think makes a man, It is only he, that can give you the reason of his existence.

I am not afraid of death. Inevitable, it will come without notice. There is only one thing that I am afraid of. A problem that cannot be solved or deterred. Something that cannot be forgotten with any drug or conversations. It lies deep within my heart and only at the back of my mind. For if this time will come, I will be in frenzy of thoughts that will race faster than light. Louder than any explosion and a hurt that will eventually last a lifetime. I am afraid that I will not be able to sense you ever again. To hold you in my arms and smell the natural scent of your being. To see the smile that weakens me, yet pushing me through any obstacles. Your eyes that etched deep within the essence of my thoughts. Your heart beat that soothe my ears in a rhythmic movements of your love. I am not afraid of anything else... My only fear is to live life with your absence. 

There was a dancer in an old hall, Who came everyday without fail, She elegantly sway in the silence of it all, Her dress ever flowing like a ship in sail, A deep yearning exuberate from each step, Such loneliness expressed in her spin, At times, tears dripped after each fouette, Leaving marks on floors dusted with rosin, On a particular evening, a man came unknowingly, Entered her domain, strangely exploring, Excited, the dancer rush, sliding across the floor gracefully, But onces she caught his gaze, his expression, appalling, One, two step forward, The man power slid across the floor, His face turns blue as his knees rest awkward, Bursting out through the main door, A realisation came as the dancer stood by, Watching as the man ran in the rain, At that moment, she understood why, Forever dancing away her endless pain.

Oddly intertwined in a duality of the Singular, for one cannot exist without the other.

Within us, there is a lost device, An ancient form of thinking, An invisible heirloom passed down to entice, For comprehension of our being. Vastly unknown to the populace, Widely used by the intellect and the aware, Insistent and tenacious, A device, attainable but rare. Should it appear, soak in it, Revel in the mystery and wonder, Seek and you shall find the darkness lit, An emergence. A spark to ponder. Repetition is the key, Of unlocking the unknown, For synchronicities, you will see, And former beliefs will be thrown, An unspecified form, a potential, Contouring into the imagination, Truth will come, timing an essential, Acknowledgement lies in discussion, With contributions and collaborations, Diverging and aberrant, Sparking singularity in cooperation,  A device for recognising the significant.

There was once in a time and space, Where regrets of the past filled my being, Of what was lost while wrong choices I chased, A memory held in time, where eyes were gleaming, As time sped by and space endured, The haze cleared and clarity conquered. Those regrets that once had me poured, Now, content shaped while peace is sorted. Regret is a yearning of something that could have been, Shaped by the Now and haunted by the Future's desperation. For the Past remains passed, the Future unseen, It is a calling for a change in perception. Every action has a consequence, A mere whisper affects the Whole, Let the Past rest in review and celebrate Now in exuberance, For Life changes when you advance, kind and bold.

A formless truth, That leaves us hopeless yet moves mountains, An invisible fuel, Burning brighter than any star in the heavens. A senseless view, Igniting every senses of our being, Ancient yet new, Unteachable but understood in feeling. There is no more or less, It is only constant, No maybes or second guesses, Perpetual in its motion. There is no gold nor silver, Immaterial is its essence, No doubt, no fear, Immortally transcendence.

Do I stand amongst the trees, With roots deepened in time, Shall I sway in the breeze? And branch out my arms, intertwined? For if every leaf served its purpose, Hidden within the miniscule, Flourishing or drying, an opus, Reverberating across the faint and the full. I am made up of worlds upon worlds, An infinity within this nothingness, A spatial distance, we twist and twirl, But my heart creates, flawless in fullness, A thought manufactured through origins of past, A sense of knowing all but truths, For what makes something real and last, Is the very emotions we fuel. The symbols to believe do not matter, And yet the complexity simplified through being, That flood, overwhelming from within, the only factor, Their truths are the only realness worth feeling. Drown in the pain and struggle, Fly with the joy and bliss, Like a river, there is a source, so subtle, A connection to the divine exist.