happiness, insanity

all alone i came to see;

happiness, insanity,

share the same shades of belief.

all they ever do is deceive

everyone in every way -

why have hopes for yesterday?

it's so bleak; in times of war,

certain people long for more.

hearts desire to be loved,

but settle for being shoved.

tennis court

a concrete box, squared up to lock the pain,

annihilating any traces of post-mortem rain,

was the place where amid momentary affection,

i felt true confinement liberate the cross-section

of an organ so upbeat and so remorselessly injured;

a sole glance was enough for my spirit to get hindered.

despite the illusory vagueness of that encounter -

it was but a mere question - eventually i had found her.

oblivious i was to the importance of the patience

presented by my shy, but it sparked golden relations.

so thankful i am for a chance in times of blue,

an uplift in my tension, and the mesmerizing view.

this man-made imprisonment which holds a plethora of memories

makes me go against my nature, performing felonies.

family

spontaneity teleports you to a dimension so well known,

but despite its familiarity, his mind is blown.

a plethora of hidden distinctions emerges,

as soon as a heart so fragile submerges;

diving into a pool filled with grievous results -

so very inevitable - acts like a therapist and consults

with him and evokes in him a sense of curiosity;

are we all slaves to this monotonous atrocity?

refuge is found in structures belittled;

a medicine for a blue heart which whittled

many of its pieces and sprinkled them thoughtlessly;

but they were found and scooped up, and honestly,

nothing excites more than a collision;

a mortal act of affection with precision -

one which provokes a rapid progression,

and leads you further away from aggression.