Secret!

Would you like to hear a secret,
Something I'll bet you never knew,
A secret deep inside me,
I've been hiding it from you.

Do you see this smile,
So huge upon my face,
My eyes seem big and sparkling,
Everything seems in its place.

I'll bet you didn't know,
As I close my bedroom door,
There's something I've been hiding,
I let out as I fall to the floor.

You can't hear my silent sobs,
Or see my wounded soul,
You don't know the things I do,
When I don't have to be fake.

The secret I've been hiding,
The one that I hide best,
I never wanted you to worry,
O! Mother, I'm horribly depressed.

Oh! Love, you are a disaster!

Oh! Love.. you are a disaster..

Like an earthquake
you come along.

shakening the
brightest
feelings of my emotions.

Erupting
the volcanic magma
of my hidden
sensations.

Awakening
the tidal waves
that swirl my concentration.

and
as you are leaving..

Devastating the
natural beauty of
my existence with the sole
seismic activity of your presence.

Oh! Love.. you are a disaster!!

Miles apart yet so close....

Miles that separate

People that discriminate
Circumstances that kept us apart
And those people who broke our hearts

The feelings that I was scared to show
The ones that you always made known
The good times and the bad,
The happy and the sad

You never gave up even when I would
You never let go even though I said you should
You said you love me and I believe its true
And now I just need to say,
Baby I love you too

As the days went by I began to find
That this feeling inside was one I could no longer deny
You amaze me in every way
You continuously take my breath away

You know me better then I know myself
It's as if I'm a book,
That you have read inside and out
You know when I'm happy, and when I'm sad
You even know when the little things make me mad

Baby I don't know how you did it,
But you made me fall head over heals
And now I'm unable to get back up.

Eudaimonia!

Eudaimonia is a contented state of being happy, healthy
and prosperous from a Communial point of view.

No more, no more can I
Charge them with truths
They are only cascades of
Sandy vapours, ripping this
Wanton world.

I am not made of bricks,
Physical intertia is but a catalyst
While the throwing of my voice
And the bearing of my ideals,
Is but a dream.

But my dream is raped,
Bleached by the reality
of gaze-ridden brains.
Refusing to condensate
On my glass window panes.

And the mind slouches
In bottomless revelries.
What is it
This dream?
They ask, with eyes
So dreadfully empty
That I feel lost and
My heart drowns in sorrow.
What is it, my dream...?

It is but a pebble in a
Dirty ocean. It is but a wisp
Of wind, that lunges and leaps.
It is but a star that I hold ever-softly
Aloft. In the arms of my mind.

EUDAIMONIA! Eudaimonia is my dream!

And they withdraw, confused.
Or ask questions, trying my patience.
The minutes of my life will not be wasted;
In sane conversation, too plain and too uniform
To be productive.
I leave them.

And in my wake lies
Nothing but words,
Nothing... but words.

Ifs and Woulds....

If I knew then,
what I know now,
would my choices be the same?

If I knew when
what where and how
would i still play the game?

if i told you of my sin
to whom would i bow
and would i still be to blame?

so take my hand off of the pen now,
within me your wisdom please endow
standing here i can't believe how far i finally came

Will life ever die??

I asked life, "Why do you exist?"
Life said, "For life's sake...!!"


- Viral Thaker