This Overwhelming Part of You

I’m grateful,

Honestly.

I can’t deny the sun on our smiling faces,

Or the endless questioning,

Day in,

Day out.

These dear memories,

All made with you.

But when there is no light,

And all that’s left is you,

Do I like who you are?

I know,

There is light,

There is dark.

Naturally,

Light defeats dark.

But when dark threatens to take over by some miracle,

After what should not even be a close battle.

That,

Is when I think:

Is it worth it?

Dealing with this part of you?

I know I don’t know it all,

Though I know what you’re like.

I know you,

But…

Do I want to?

 

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Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

01/01/19

A day,

That marks the end of yet another era,

In the story of me.

But,

This story is not only mine.

For there are over seven billion others of me.

And though this day marks the end of what is ultimately only a purely statistical era,

These chapters being written do not magically end.

The book of collective humanity continues to grow,

As its chapters continue to be written,

Effortlessly,

Endlessly.

Till the day,

That marks the end of it all.

 

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Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

Voluntary Isolation

Apathetically meditating,

Sheer serenity of silence.

He sits,

Cross legged,

In an empty room.

Bare walls,

A wooden floor.

There is the first bang on the door.

A friend calls.

The seed of indifference begins to bloom.

The friend does not know where his mind has headed.

As he to himself permits,

To follow his own guidance;

Excruciatingly isolating.

 

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Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

 

30/12/18

You were with me,

Through the hardest times.

You could capture the most beautiful sunset in your eye,

And treasure it for all to see.

But now,

You have gotten old,

You have gotten weary.

And as your end draws near,

We both know,

What must be done.

I thankfully say farewell,

And lay you to rest.

No longer,

Than a second later.

I say hello to a better you.

A younger you,

More sophisticated,

A you,

That is simply a better

You.

 

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Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

28/12/18

A room,

With one shining light.

A single heart throbs,

One pair of lungs breathe.

But,

There are two once-boys.

They look at each other.

Only one has life flowing through his veins,

The other made of glass.

He looks at the once-boy in the mirror.

Hair that is slightly too long.

The mere shade of a moustache.

Happy,

But tired eyes.

The living one turns away,

And he is the only one.

Slowly he walks to bed,

And as his head softly lands on the pillow,

The light goes away.

The room is dark,

His breathing becomes heavy,

And there he is:

Dreaming away.

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Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

It’s Okay.

I like to think I’ve been there,

But you are you,

and I am me.

And life gets heavy sometimes;

So,

I get it.

Sit,

Take a break from it all.

Feels great.

But I know,

If you look up.

You see that life was not the passenger.

Life went on.

The clock kept ticking.

And as you take your break,

I can’t help,

But worry.

When you get up,

Will your knees crack slightly louder?

Will a deeper sigh escape your lungs?

Either way,

We’ll be there.

No matter how tired you are,

We will throw you on our shoulders,

And live.

 

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Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

27/12/18

A figment of my imagination,

As I pondered,

As I wished.

Serving as an endless source of inspiration,

As my dreams were translated onto the page.

The dreams of day,

The dreams of night.

Now,

An absence in my heart.

How does one write a romantic piece,

Without an inspiration?

Possible,

Yes.

But this contentment.

This,

State of not-wishing.

Soothing to the self,

But what will it mean?

 

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Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com