Iknownothingatall

News have broken, Happiness impart, Eyes wide open, Plans have to start, We wanted simple, Small and intimate, Plans start to swivel, Trying to accommodate, Additions of lavish, Prices rocket high, Expectations not managed, Every counter with a sigh, Arrangements are muddled, Breath gets anxious, Organisers clutched and bustle, While our ideas are vanquished, So we step aside, Decided our own side plans, Nodding coincides, Arms down with helping hands, A moment of realisation, That this wedding is never ours, Giving way to our "wise" parents, Protecting an image of theirs, Well this is the tradition, Our "culture" in fact, Bop heads in submission, Keeping love intact, So do what you wish, We just hand over the deposit, Over-choosing every dish, Burning holes in our pocket, Then here the day comes, Nervous but excited, Deafening loud drums, Costumes over budget, Yet smiles are endless, Minds,...

A gloom of desperation, As heart beats humbled, Laying lifeless in preparation, While the living cracks and crumbles, Losing is never easy, Especially when it's forever, In ignorance we start to plea, To grasp what we cannot measure, In all the comforts and reminiscent, We held each other in grief, In hopes that it will be sufficient, To have these sorrows relieved, But as soon as life slaps us on the face, We pretend not to notice, All of our promises and every embrace, Just appear like ulterior motives, Treasures left behind mixed with material means, Classifications are defined, disposing love into teams, Oppositions get inclined to fictitious points and pins, A betrayal comes in time reducing every next-of-kin, Be weary of reality as sometimes it takes control, A place where we start to forget what is really at stake, Hold tightly onto love and release the grasp of gold, As we leave here with either love or regret, nothing else...

Do you want to know the secret, Of perpetual elation? Where there are no limits, A pleasure with no cessation, One is in always noticing, What is close to our hearts, It could be someone or something, A moment ended or about to start, Know that it’s not a destination, Neither a purpose nor a goal, As happiness is a mere consequence, To a choice we CAN control, A contentment of being, Existing within this vastness, Ever grateful to be living, Then, it’s everywhere to be harness, But happiness is not wise, So choose only when permits, As when all other emotions arise, Each one with its own merits, A grief, a sadness, Make moments more valid, An anger, the madness, Make us wise with knowledge, A surprise to be forever saved, A disgust to show such a violent reality, Fear only teaches us to be brave, Cultivating our soul, invariably, Revel in these emotions, Feel fully and accept, Life, it deserves a d...

I have been broken, Fractured and sliced, Wounds that tore open, Bruised muscles across my thigh, Heartbreak is much worst, Loneliness that scarred, Tears that seem endless, A hurt that stretched out too far, But this is the ultimate pain, For nothing can describe the torture, A feeling like acid in my veins, Breaking my soul to such a horror, Yet no blood will be spilled,  No tear I can show, No solution will reveal, Not mine, yet I can't let go, Nothing is more painful than to see your suffering, Difficult coming to terms, not being to control everything, But rest assured, through this pain, you'll have my support, No matter what happens, I am here. This is what I can afford, Love, Papa.

Sadness fills my inside, Those words cannot be true, From what you may think I hide, To the things you thought I might do, Why do this occur? Contradictions arose, As I always tend to hurt, The ones I love most, Is it an essential consequence? Where lessons might be teaching, Should I declare my innocence? Or accept these words they are preaching? Maybe it’s inherent, For our hearts to be torn, Even in Love we must risk, To be an object of scorn, See, if the Universe is perfect, No chaos shall exist, Nothing will react, Nothing will resist, Dust won't emerge, Stars would not burn, Elements don't converge, Attractions do not yearn, So creation is contrary, To its own beliefs, For an end it must carry, If a start needs to conceive, But now I am stuck, Between acceptance and reproach, Without any hint of luck, Either the low or the high road? So I breakdown, Putting faith in love that lasts, Kno...