Belief

A land so barren,

As leaves flicker in the dry breeze.

The sun beats down with all might,

The flowers burnt down into the ground.

The sand sifts lazily,

The crystals shining right back into the turquoise sky.

But a cloud drifts in slowly,

Unsure,

Uncertain.

Is this the right place?

How dry, how sad.

Maybe a single drop of water. 

It falls to the ground and lingers for a second,

Before it is hungrily absorbed by the deprived land.

Maybe two more,

And they disappear just as fast.

Maybe I can bring life back.

Maybe I can be god.

And it bursts into torrential rain.

As lightning strikes and thunder claps,

The hungry land drinks in every drop that lands on it's dried surface,

The leaves blow along the deafening  winds, 

Raindrops sliding down it's smooth surface.

Flowers burst into colors,

As the land revives slowly.

As it's soul returns back.

And just as that it turns up to the cloud,

With color and laughter.

With that twinkle of a belief.

God exists.

Empty

Empty. It's like life has been drained out of me. Like I have nothing left inside except a dark, empty hollow. No feelings. No more life. This whirlwind of emotions and thoughts has left me breathless. Where am I? Why am I? I question my existence. 

It's tough to face your needs head on. It's even tougher when you try to achieve them without disturbing others standing close to you. But no one is an island. Every outburst effects the air surrounding it. Intense vibrations. They topple down stagnant cities. Then don't blame me for moving you. Cuz I've never been so ready to let go before.

Lost. So lost. Like I'll never come back to reality. That's another thing that's hard to let go of. To have to touch your reality back again. It's like coming into consciousness from coma a number of times. Specially if it's as ugly as this. Why can't I turn back hands of time? Why can't I relive what I lost? 

It's even harder to have you so close. So calming, always caressing. Reality is an ugly demon in front of you. A breath of fresh air. So sweet, like honey on wounds. And every time I talk to you, it's like life has touched me once again. With it's warmth and comfort. I can get so used to it. Grasping at it like it's the last straw. Pulling me up every time I'm underwater. But will you last forever? Or will it fade off gradually? When interests change, when wants differ? 

Sad how a slight change in atmosphere causes hurricanes. How everyone around is sweeped up in it. 

Just never let go.

Suffocation

Closing around me so tight

Squeezing the life out of me

Let me breathe 

That one more inhale of sweet air

Just one more before I go

Impulse causes me to lash out

But all I scratch at is the empty darkness 

My eyes are drifting

My lungs screaming

Just when the last shred of my soul leaves

Someone heaves me up into the warmth

Can't breathe, yet my soul rushes back

The scent is sweet

The embrace so safe

Hold me tight

Hold me right 

And revived me you have

Given me another life

I've indebted my soul to you

My cheeks flush pink

My eyes glaze over

And just as I'm about to kiss

You let go once again

And I'm flying through air

Ready to suffocate again..

<..............>

The tightness around you is the warmth of a blanket,

Caressing your skin, squeezing teasefully,

Let me be your respirator,

If you go, I go with you,

Subdue your impulse and let me be your therapy,

And you'll see the light at the end of the road,

Focus your eyes on my face,

You don't need them to drift anywhere else,

Scream all you want, then watch my thoughts...soothe your throat,

I'll hold your soul to the ground,

Turn around every frown, I won't let you drown,

I'll hold you tight,

I'll hold you right,

Just do one thing for me,

Don't give up this fight!

For I am right beside you,

Even when you feel alone 

Lending a comfortable hand,

Bringing a drop of water in your world of sand,

All you need is a strand,

Of hope,

Reigniting the dreams and passions you had,

Making you realize that wanting your own desires is not bad,

Protecting your deepest thoughts in your mind, 

You an open book, and I your bind.

- Sh