Canvas

Welcome to me. You are free here. 
Pick any color you like and spill your heart out.
Fill me up. Show me your soul.
What color is it? Is it bright red like Passion or does it look icy blue,
like the whole essence of Skaði herself?
Tell me what tinge do your fantasies burn with?
What color do I paint your mind?

Just point your color stained fingers at me and let me guide your hand.
Lets take a trip through that murky head of your's, and then paint it a greenish gray,
like a freshly fallen leaf losing its existence to a muddy pond. Like stirring a puddle with your hands,
and watching its innards twist in turmoil.

And then when we're done talking, I shall part ways with you -- forever in silence. 
Only to remain as a cold and dry reminder of how you trusted me with your lifelong secrets,
and I showed them to anyone who looked knowing that our pact would still remain sacrosanct,
because nobody other than me would truly see the chaotic splashes of your paranoia and uncertainties,
or the smudges of blood from stained hands underneath all those elegant strokes of success and glory.

High Tides: Dented

Of twists and turns, the fates unfold.
Glacial breeze of lives foretold.
Twist me, churn me
Wring me from my withering soul.
Born unto a fate, squeeze me cold.
For the poetry is lost, the essence sold.
Trapped in a symmetry, trips of the old
Featureless fantasies fallacies behold.
Dented and hollowed, remorse aholds.


Sorry.

Destined.

You! You are with me....you and I shall share the same fate.
We were both Led into this causality.
I arrived before you did.
I sculpted you.
And I will annihilate us together.
Together we shall carve out our existence,
and together we shall wear ourselves out.
The permanence of our coupling shall remain unbroken.
You will always be from me.
And I will always remain for you.

In tears.

I wish to immortalize your words Sam....they have me in tears whenever I read them...love you!

....With these words of brilliance in your hands,

may glory shine  upon you,

and in that moment of pride,

may a faint memory surround you,

And when they ask you who made you smile,

may you think of those precious lines......

"I was her love and she was my Queen,  

and now a thousand years between".......

I cannot begin to express how deep into my core these lines reach..real lucky to be a part of your life and have you in mine. It's been unbelievable. Thank you....from the deepest darkest corners of my heart! 

Kash (K. ush.)

Ek kash ki zindagi
do, boond paani.
Toote hue sapne
Dil ki zubani.


Enjaiy.

Abyss

I fell into the worst infinite loop, that there could be. Now how I wither is to be seen. What possibilities remain unfulfilled and what was and could never have been may remain just that...questions unanswered.

BullShit!

The ineffable, the parallel & the letting go.

Tools of the trade.

Ever been on a trip? That completely different paradigm of an alternate experience..looking at the world in a completely new way. Breaking down structures into philosophies, and life into an abstract image of colorful circles and dots, of lonely landscapes and vivid skies. I wouldn't agree that such a feeling would've been named as a 'trip' by accident...it does take you places you\never knew existed, yet which were right there behind your eyes.

Ah, eyes.....my friends and enemies of the past. It doesn't take much effort to understand the fact that what you see is much less than what you could get. Just close your eyes and tell yourself what you see...once you get a hang of it, you'll surprise yourself. I always find this activity to be a perfect companion on journeys to places, be it long or otherwise. I would just close my eyes and get comfortable for the show. Some think that  I'm praying, while most think that I haven't slept the previous night, which I find it a little depressing because although everyone has immense potential to be parallel at whim, most of them would go through their entire lives being completely oblivious to it.

It sometimes feels that ignorance is the mastermind, driving the abyssal reality.

Heed my call, take the plunge and you shall find,

Reality is illusive, societal structures forced upon the mind.

Trip easy my friend.

-Askios