Smoke unsettles around me
I can smell it in the air
Twirling into the air
As i open my mouth and release...
A glass of vodka on the table
I drain down in haste
Leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
I wonder what good it did to me
There is a smoke burning in my hand
Like time burning as I sit idle
Burning each passing second
I’m usually shy around people
But my tongue wags like the tail of a dog
I lean and hold my knees to my chest
And wonder what I was wondering
Before i manage to recall
I’m lost in oblivion
Of my smoky hazy sleep

my words: my words: LOVE OR TROPHY

my words: my words: LOVE OR TROPHY: "my words: LOVE OR TROPHY"

my words: LOVE OR TROPHY

my words: LOVE OR TROPHY

LOVE OR TROPHY

I often wonder the relationships that we often call love between the two sexes are they for real or just another trophy on the mantle. It all comes down to wearing the best of clothes to impress each other to have nothing but to have the best and the most candid stories to tell. Long gone are the days where love was about passion and compassion for one another when men wooed women with their poetry or their bravery. It has become more of like an asset a trophy to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. And instead of poetry we have the language of Gucci and do you speak prada my dear... Women are no longer known for their intelligence or beauty but it is the jimmy choos and Carlton London that defines them. Love lust passion has become past tense in an age that loves by the apples and blackberry’s you have. It was more than fantasy that inspired Shakespeare to write Romeo and Juliet the most clichéd love story of all times and the events of those time must have surely inspired this love story of his. The Romeo of today has many Juliet’s waiting for him and vice versa and their love stories have short spans as another is waiting to begin with another Romeo. Have we all succumbed to materialistic pleasures to such extent that we get blinded by them and fail to see life’s true worth? In a lifetime people call so short we go through innumerable relationships of love and hate and end up regretting most of them. Was this so called short life worth all the regrets? Or are we too busy experimenting or tossing are lives to unworthy infatuations and all good for nothing relationships. Our love interest is nothing but just a mere trophy decorating the mantle that later on becomes an obligation on us and at times it’s too late to turn back. When you have had enough of socializing and the flow of wine doesn’t tempt you any longer you want somebody by your side and then you look up at the decorated mantle and find your trophy no longer there it lies smashed on the ground. Broken. So why don’t we all do a favor to ourselves and remove the trophy from the mantle. It will no longer be a burden an obligation or just a mere decoration in your life. Instead cherish the one you love and try not to be a showstopper all the time. The quite times spent together at home besides the fireplace are worth much more than the times spent bustling among people you hardly know where the only thing common among you and them is your phony attitude and the label on your clothes. Take time to smell the roses my friend…life is too short for your whims and fancies. Its about time we learn to respect and adore the love in our life rather than displaying it people who are not even worthy of it.

one teaches itself to laugh

when you want to cry your heart out

learning to repress things

when you want to say it all

hiding a thousand sorrows behind

your smile

you want to say so much

but the words just don't flow

life makes you

what circumstances force on your way

and then you sit back and think

where did it all begin to go wrong

why are you where you are?

people hurl questions at you

but you have no answers

even when you would like to

because there is nothing left to say

no one left to listen

because no one will understand

as they haven't gone through it

and you wish that they never do

life never complicates things

its we who take the wrong road

relationships never get tangled

we never learn until we falter

blaming things in fate is easy

but we forget to look at ourselves

life is a roller coaster ride for us

forgetting its we who sit on it

things turn out wrong for us

not because we make the wrong decision

but we are too selfish for our gains

life does not lead us on its own

it takes us where we choose to go

and somewhere along the journey

it offers us two paths

one that has been tread upon

and the other waiting to be discovered

covered with perils and the unknown

there are some who dare to take the unknown

and make their own paths and destiny

we call them victors of life