poem – healing through yoga

Extraordinary

Slowly morphed into my bonesMy heart was getting heavy like a stone But since I’ve found you, my loveThat stone is broken into pieces by an extraordinary force A force I am not able to pull on my ownA space inside my heart is formedReserved for you as you sit on its throneHere lies theContinue reading “Extraordinary”

Dry soil

One step at a timeOne step forwardTwo steps backwardsI come back to a square one My heart is fragile but hardLike dry soil waiting to be grabbedSmashed, thrown away like dust Now that my head and heart have goneSo too, the memory of you has blownDeleted, like hot butter easily meltedMerged into nothingness, you boltedContinue reading “Dry soil”

Numb

When feeling numb turns into numberRemaining months, I count ’til DecemberDare I, care I not, for planting my blunderOf continuing this life, ain’t even sober Bear with me, it saysWho is it? Drags my four legs into dreading days Days filled with void,Emptiness rushes back inEach second I avoid,It ruptures my skin For my heartContinue reading “Numb”

Life worth living

What is life worth living?Constant euphoric state of mind, is it?Or unfazed moments of happiness?Or repeated togetherness, no space for loneliness?Or freeing your doubt of rejection, being abandoned?Or simply being in love, eternally? What is it?I have been dying needed to feel thingsScratching mazes, searching for hidden meaningOr any pattern drawn by whoever morphed meContinue reading “Life worth living”

solitude or loneliness

There are two basic emotional states that one can dwell intoOne would spend one’s entire life ricocheting between these twoLove and the lack thereofOne would waste time searching for the formerOnly to realise, one opens the door for the latter Many years have passedMany more, if I were to surviveShall I experience a long lifeWillContinue reading “solitude or loneliness”

wake up!!!!

For one, life is an endless pursuitOf a cocktail of thingsOf which are all impermanent When one wakes upOne realises that it is a futile pursuitOne notices that immaturityBut one shall not seek a revengeAgainst oneself ‘Til then one is merely scratchingThe limited perception – misleadingOne into believing what is love and loving Something isContinue reading “wake up!!!!”

after practice #ashtanga

i sighed heavilyfinally i was done for the dayshower is ready it callsyet, i slumped my body into bedthe scorching sun didn’t raise me a little the last three hours i confronted myselfjust me, my body and my bloody emotionsi surrendered those frustrating temptationsto go further, be better, more refined but what is more refinedContinue reading “after practice #ashtanga”