Forever- A lie.

To promise forever to a woman
Is nothing but a lie;
To promise her now is deceit,
For who are we
To give away each morrow?
Why give someone something
That we can’t even hold,
What simply passes us by?

No, one can only offer a smile;
A twinkling in the eye;
Laughters, echoing,
In each other’s hearts;
Songs, and sounds,
And silence, and stars;
A gentle, yet passionate, kiss;
And when all else is gone,
When all else is done
With every chance —
A moment’s glance…

Memories and moments
Last longer when shared,
But never promise forever to someone
For someday we’ll die;
Never promise a present—
Simply be there,
With her;
One’s presence is a promise
Unspoken, unbroken
Until the time we go away.



Hold on, firmly.
Get a grip, don’t lose it.
It doesn’t have to be tight, it has to be just right;
Because baby this isn’t rope, it’s me– and you tonight.
I know you’re not perfect, so am I.
I know you have your long nights of pitiful ‘Hows and Whys’.
I chose you! I chose you.. You are a diamond in the rough.
Oh you don’t even know that, to me? –you’re more than enough.
I notice you, when you think I don’t see you
I appreciate you, even if you’re just breathing the same air as I am
I crave you, when you feel imperfect.
The more I endure and commit to who you are, and who you are becoming, I will make you realize this is worth it.
Your eyes, only see a shallow world, while I stare deep into a beautiful abyss
Your hair, as rich as my love
Your tears, every drop feels like hale on my head
Why can’t you see what I see instead?
Your smile, and your laugh! nowadays quite rare..
But I rejoice in every time I see it, especially if I am responsible for it
Your voice, My God… I miss your voice.
No other sound can light a fire in me, for the other sounds are noise.
I love you for who you are, and because I choose to do so.
Head up girl, let me fix your hair.
Let me dry your eyes so I can see a sparkle in that glare.
Love is a choice. It is not an emotion.
Love transcends feelings!
It is a choice, a commitment, unconditional!
It is designed that way, designed not to die out because of the sheer will to let it live on and grow stronger as time passes by. It should!
It should be that way, that’s how love is truly defined.
So listen to me with your heart and mind, it’s not just getting our souls intertwined, it’s about keeping it there! Or even tighter.
Your lips, Oh dear I missed your lips.
Please keep these words of mine, as I seal it with a kiss.
I hope this will enlighten your entire being, that you were born to be loved, extraordinarily. Unconditionally.
So hold on, firmly.
Don’t lose your grip.
I am only as strong as you are but when need be, I will carry you through the moon and back to my heart.


She kept wishing she was a diamond, like all the other glittering girls around her. She wanted to be like them: precious, strong, desirable.
But she’s not. She could have been a diamond, or any other precious stone. But has a diamond ever changed the world? Has an emerald, a ruby, a sapphire, revolutionized how man lived?
For she was uranium. She was power. She was radiation. She was dangerous. Yet she doesn’t know it yet— that she can unleash her rage and decimate a world that men who fall in love build around her. She doesn’t know it then: that she had inside her the energy to bring light, to inspire discoveries, to create industries and societies. She doesn’t know it still, how just being near her is killing me slowly.
I didn’t know it then, for I am just a man. A man who fell in love with power, and as power corrupts, I desired to control her, to own her, to make her mine alone.

I wish..

“I wish I had met you sooner. If you were mine when I was sixteen 

I never would’ve fallen for that boy in my chemistry class 

and cracked my head open on his chest. 

I couldn’t see straight for 3 weeks after that. 
And maybe if I had known you since I was a little girl 

I never would’ve gotten sad enough to cut myself, 

a tick mark in my skin for each time my mother cried. 
And if we had met two summer’s ago 

I probably would’ve been asleep in your bed 

instead of in my big sister’s car 

when she crashed it 

and I could’ve twirled my fingers around your hair 

instead of pulling the strings out of hospital blankets. 
If we had met just a few months sooner 

I’d probably never know the taste of too many pills 

because my mouth would be too busy 

telling you that I love you. 
I know that people can’t save you, 

I’m just saying, I think that if we could go back in time, 

and kiss before the night the fire in my bedroom 

washed away the blood stains on my carpet, 

I wouldn’t know what it’s like to mean it 

when I say I want to die.”

I’m a Prostitute.

I’m a prostitute and people say ill about me. For them, I’m not a good person to talk to. I am someone with low social stature. I am someone who breaks home.

Well, I’m not here to justify myself but I’m the reason behind many Men’s happiness. When men get frustrated and all what they desperately want is a ‘Cunt’, they come to me. I satisfy them and stop potential rapes. You, highly respected women, owe a lot to me. 
You might be a writer, a painter, a businessman, an accountant or a lawyer. You charge for the services you provide to your clients and customers. You sell your talent. I have a body to offer and I serve it to my customers. They enjoy it and I satisfy them. That’s my talent and I charge for it. How come that makes me different from you? How come I don’t deserve to be treated with equal respect? 
There are women who are in a relationship and need to offer their body to their partners, every night. Some are even forced when they deny it. I, for a change, choose my customers. The only difference between me and them is of label. 
Yes, I am a prostitute.


What does it mean when we say goodbye

When we gently let go of someone’s hand

When all we want is to hold them closer

When all we wish is to be with each other?

Words mean nothing when we don’t understand

Goodbyes mean nothing when we simply cry.
What does it mean when we bid farewell

When we watch them go beyond our sight

When all we think is they should have stayed

When all we think are the mistakes we made?

Words mean nothing in the lonely night

Farewells mean nothing when your memories dwell.
What does it mean when they simply disappear

When without a word or trace, they leave for good

When all we remember reminds us of pain

When all we forget were lessons meant to remain?

Words means nothing— we know it should

Being gone means nothing when we still hold them dear.

Silent Girl

They said I’m just a small, shallow, town girl with a lewd shape, sensual lips, and no brain at all.
My beauty dazzled them from seeing the carcasses wasted in the shadowed forest behind my house. 

It’s a fearful place; details will be swallowed by the monster that lies within my heart. 

Yes, I’m that shameless whore that butchered lovers.

They said I’m just a small, shallow town girl with a lewd shape, sensual lips, and no brain at all.

What do they know?

I’m just whispering, can you hear me?