Focus 


Something I found in my diary. Wanted to share it with everyone who visits here. 

Words are nothing, merely a way to express what you see 

And put into paper, for eternity to seal

To Friendships Lost


Bubbling laughter, craning necks to find one another

Holding hands, sheepish smiles

Mysterious glances, secretive secrets

Beautiful relationship, a friendship is 

It is pure, only if true, and if it is sincere, what other need does one have but the other 

To feed, to breathe, to cherish, to dance 

Together, kindred spirits, 

Instagram splashes, meme tags, and birthday posts and million ‘I love yous’

Is what it takes to be that one for the other 

It doesnt end there either, cup cakes, giant photo collages, so many baked cakes and blowing candles together on birthdays 

Making wishes to grow old, and be mothers and godmothers

Comfort in hugs, solace in calls, that one place to be 

When the other is not

So many memories, so much pain 

It seems it all slipped, like sand from my hands 

Come what may, it cannot be repaired for what once lost 

Cannot be found again. 

Ahoy, Hope. 


Deep down there is a hole, seen it before, funny looking 

It’s dark and empty, and so cold to touch 

Destroys everything it beholds, so never go near it I have been told 

Buts it’s inside, I am the hole, destruction is me

And so is the fate that I cradle away in my arms

With the burden of many destinies yet to change 

To affect to the best of my ways, 

For good or not, who can tell 

But the hole grows bigger with every passing day 

Sleep is locked away by the mere sins of the soul 

Tormented nights, gear up and swallow me whole 

What you see are the dark circles that I wear as ornaments, gifts of life 

Little price to pay in exchange for a free heart. 

Bear with the brunt, for its gone for too long

And if I see over the mountain tops, I see someone even below than where I stand 

Deep in the valley of sorrows do their flowers grow

Damp, and dingy, they hang so low 

The hole doesn’t feel as threatening as before 

As I make my descent to help the pitiful shadows below 

Another Lullaby 


Care not for the dry breeze blowing outside

Care not for the inner battle with the conscience

Care for what you want to do

Slip away into the dreamland to undo

The magic spell of Oz himself

To carry you away with the twister to sleep

Worry not if the lids don’t close

Fret not if the dreams won’t come

Its only so much you can hope

Lay down your head and cross your bows

And slip into a slumber and forget your woes

List 


My list is so long, and what I would do when I see you

Would I just stare or hold hands or maybe something else 

To curb the loneliness I felt inside 

When you were gone, I was my own anchor 

Now would I want you to take it back or just hold on to it

Would you surrender to me or would I give in

It’s a long list to what I want to do 

Hold on or let go.