AMEETHYST

What did I pour into this empty little glass? Felt like I was looking into your deep brown eyes. It was a beauty I’d never seen before. It tasted like truth. Cold, like your heart Warm, like your lips. I felt the fire, in this arctic relationship. It made me laugh. It made me mad. I wondered what I am doing with my tasteless life? Sobriety was a dream, and this? This was reality. I got expressive. I wish got aggressive. But I never let you know how much I loved to be with you. To be in your embrace. I wish you could see what burned inside me. I wish I could show my inferno. And so you know. It was our untold love story. The one I lived, and the one you never knew existed. It was our unsung ballad. The one where I wept my heart off, and the one you never heard of. All this I could see in your eyes Your deep brown eyes Every time I poured the whiskey in my glass.

Dearest Lost Soul, Where do I even begin with? I’ve been meaning to talk to you ever since I was reborn. I am truly sorry that I couldn’t recognise your voice when you first spoke to me. I thought it was some retard in the neighbourhood screaming real loud and in an annoying way. I am sorry I tried to shut you down and not bother what you were trying to say. That was the old ‘ me ’ trying to be an ass. Now that I am perfectly what I was trying to be, I’ve never spent a single day trying to recollect every little thing you wanted to communicate to me. I’ve majorly screwed up in most of my life’s decisions and that’s just because I heard too much or too little from you. Please come back. You cannot imagine how empty it is in here. It’s like living in a bungalow all by yourself. You wake yourself up to dress yourself up. You cook breakfast and dinner for yourself. You ready yourself to get yourself to work and say goodbye to yourself while exiting the house and at the end of the d...

While inspiration tortured me to live, love made me believe. Music became my soul, and virtue became my goal. When creativity suffered with atrocity, and patience calmed ferocity Poetry became my strongest suit, and my mind opened like a parachute. When friendship smothered my solace, and emotions escaped my embrace I found beauty in the cosmic space, and accepted raptures with grace.