Death,
Take over, take over,
Me.
My soul,
I just want to
Be free.
Eyes,
Close down forever
Tonight.
I’m tired,
So exhausted of
This fight.
Heart,
Please stop beating,
Now.
The show is over,
Credits are rolling,
Take a bow.
Mind,
I beg you, cease to
Think.
Let’s fall into
This abyss
Of empty bliss.
Death,
Take over, take over,
Take my life.
Drawing with silver,
Across my skin
With a bloodied knife.
Tantalise me with your darkest side;
Lure me down into your abyss
Of broken dreams and undone faith,
I’ll be zealous where they went remiss.
I’ll put trust in your mistrust,
Feed your demons as they want,
Turn your dreams into stardust,
Let your guards down for me to haunt.
Sing to me of your empty heart,
Sing, and I’ll sing along,
With this ache we will enkindle art,
With our cries, a sublime song.
Tantalise me with your darkest side;
Lure me down into your abyss
Of broken dreams and undone faith,
I’ll be zealous where they went remiss.
I often lay awake at night and wonder
If I had known the destination,
Would I have taken the first step?
Would I have followed the same route?
Tripped at the same spot, fallen in the same pit,
Walked right into the same mishaps,
Treaded on the same thorns, winced and walked in the same shoes?
Taken the same wrong turns?
Swam in the same chaos that had momentarily drowned me?
Would I have changed anything to ease my pain in this long, treacherous journey?
However much the craving for a smoother walk appeases my tired soul, I know for sure that
I would go through it, all of it, as it were, all over again, a million times over, in a heartbeat.
All you need …
Is that one person who opens your eyes to how beautiful the world really is.
Who helps you out from that pit of self-loathing and sadness.
Who shows you your worth, your actual worth, not the tag put on you by ‘friends’ who only made you miserable, and a family that poisoned your mind.
Who walks in and brings with them an aura of positivity and security in your life.
Who never makes you wonder, even for a second, that you’re not enough.
Who breaks open the walls you used to surround yourself with and builds a palace in your heart.
Who makes you feel something in your heart that even you didn’t know you were capable of feeling.
Who makes themself the standard across which you can determine who stays in your life and who doesn’t.
Who calls the jig and tells you that you don’t need to please people to make them stay in your life; that you’re enough of a reason for people to stay.
Who makes you not feel lonely even when you’re alone.
Who fights for you and fights beside you.
Who sees your scars and sees beauty in them.
Who understands pain and loves you through it.
Who holds you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world and looks at you like you’re a piece of art.
Who doesn’t stop you from crying because they know some nights are difficult to break.
All you need
is that one person who brings you back to life.
This world isn’t meant for Wild Souls,
For people who play a rebellious role,
For an act as strong as an independent thought,
Cannot be sold and cannot be bought.
How will such souls be moulded at will?
How will they forge what they cannot drill?
And if a price cannot be put on someone’s art,
Not much can be done to corrupt their heart.
Wild souls, they may work up a storm,
Cause clamour and clatter and a chaotic reform!
But in the end they’ll be silenced, these untamed ones,
Yet the legacy they began, in other wild hearts, it runs.
The roses crumble,
Burnt and charred;
My virtues stumble
Deeply scarred,
For, you, my darling
You are a sin
You get sparks crawling
All over my skin.
Ah, you have me un-done,
Light me up in fire
And then you stun
Me with passionate desire.
And when you touch me
You get me thirsty to the core
Oh, darling, you leave me
Begging for more!
Let me quell my thirst;
Kiss you at the forbidden spot
Let me please this lust;
Show you what I’ve got.
Let’s cross this line
This line so thin
Make a shiver go up my spine
Ah, baby you’re my sin.
Kill me, you can, but I will not die,
I’ll live inside every unuttered cry,
I’ll haunt you all in your dreams
With my innocence and my silent screams.
You’ll hear my song in every sigh
Look at my splattered blood, like stars in the sky,
When you close your eyes, my face you will see
The face of a warrior, as wild as a sea.
Brace yourself for the consequence,
Of the amusement you had at my expense,
Have my name engraved in a golden plaque,
Kill me, but I swear, I will be back.
When I looked outside the window today, I realised how much I missed looking at ice-covered mountains instead of old, dead buildings. I don’t dwell much in the past. But the lingering scent of complete freedom in the middle of nowhere from a little more than week ago still hits my heart. Disconnected from people, from cities, from materialism … I’m scared nothing will come close to this feeling again.
I remember going to Rohtang Pass some years back. Our car got stuck in the snow and I couldn’t help but think to myself how wonderful it felt. One situation where I could let go and just wait. Otherwise, I am slave to my brain; if I am stuck somewhere, I cannot stop myself from thinking of numerous ways the situation could be dealt with. But that was one instance in life where I knew all I could do was sit and wait. And that feeling was so liberating that it became one of the best moments in my life.
How beautiful it must be, living at a place surrounded by these scenic but intimidating mountains? To look at such brilliantly carved masterpieces and to see the years that went into making every nook and cranny, every streak and stripe, the long winding roads and the blanket of ice on top. Every element of nature, from wind to dust to rocks to water helped create the magnificent beast that we were blessed enough to witness. How tiny are we compared to them, how irrelevant, how insignificant …
I don’t have a specific faith. But how can one see something as aesthetic and not believe in a higher power somewhere that set into motion the recipe that eventually churned up this:
Not only were there less people there, they were way nicer than the ones I come across here. For a little time in my life I didn’t find people annoying. I didn’t find myself going out of my way to avoid human contact of any kind. I was like a normal person, wow.
I don’t know what brought out this temporary change in me, all I know is that I am a mountain person, through and through x
A Rogue Planet 
