Momentary lapse

Words lost in the eyes
Words that dont make any sense
Still its muscial
Just standing n staring from a distance

A note is high
A gramatical error
Sentences or jumbled alphabets
Finding meaning, the only terror

Point by point i measure the depth
Of tunnel leading up to nowhere
I feel so lost, yet so found
In a moment, of a second's stare

Is it a mistake i might make
Or a momentary lapse profound
I am here to surrender to
The nothingness serene sound

- Diary of an Oxymoron

Think, you can?

Paint the world. My colour is mean. I think I'm missing a link.
Nails turn blue. Irony has died. I think I'm beyond numb, dumb?
Say you are sorry. Say you are not. I think I'm plastic.
The world is solace. My soul is on hold. I think I'm a radio.
Sins are cool. Books dusty. I think I'm a moment.
Nonsense thoughts. Food that rots. I think I'm melting.
Scribble empty words. Speak up unfelt touch. I think I'm Narnia.
Leave my washcloth. The dirty thought. I think I'm a dark blot.
Smiling face. crooked line. I think I'm just fine.

- Diary of an Oxymoron

Few Vs New

For the smile will fade away

And the agonies will die
You and me de-part ways 

With only few memories to live by..

Those days will not be with us,

Neither will be the nights we cried...

Nobody will crib anymore

Nobody will say that none tried..

I will be my own guiding light

People would often hear us say 

Will stride through each struggle each fight

And sometims let d feelings sway

Sounds will disperse in the air, 

Images wil turn colourless soon

But one fine day we might wonder in despair

Wat went wrong as we sit by the moon

When familiar faces will pass by us, 

We will stop by and turn 

To see what is messing the head, 

Slowly let the ashes in our hearts churn..

Will we meet again? We don't know,

Never be the same that's so true..

Times apart will make us grow,

Memories few will be shadowed by new..

This is the way things happen around, 

Few are lost as few are found..

For d present is what should b lived 

Ones around in time to be cherished

-Diary of an Oxymoron 

Closures

I need a shovel. 

To dig a grave. 

To burry these memories. 

I have to be brave. 

Brave to fight myself & you

Memories so lovely, yet so few

Those smiles so rare

That I could cry

Those tickles so crazy

Difficult to find even if I retry

Brave to fight myself & you

From red to blue

That walk along road less traveled

Unraveled treasure

That drive to d near by store

Unspoken pleasure

Brave to fight myself & u

How we grew

Those fights so cruel

I miss them now

Those silent duals

Fluttering in me somehow

Brave to fight myself & u

That's how the wind often blew

Stood by there for other to know

Presence was pleasure

Good & bad both times unseen

Nobody 2 measure

Brave to fight myself & u

Drops of dew

You kiss n tell what to keep

For m at crossroads

You point me out in wat 2 weep

For m carrying loads

Brave to fight myself & u

Start a anew

You kiss n tell what to keep

For m at crossroads

You point me out in wat 2 weep

For m carrying loads

Brave to fight myself & u

Start a anew

Myself & u

To fight myself & u

The world I give no care

I need a shovel to dig this grave

Don't ask me if it's anymore fair!

-Diary of an Oxymoron 

Forces in nature

Who forced whom was never the question that mattered
What was to be asked was why the word forced arose
Because the journey of being there became a battle
Where absence was present more often

Who compelled the other was never the question
The question was why expectations were seen compelling
Because care became a burden
And habits were routine more often

Who wanted a different version of the other was never the question
Why being self wasn't possible was to be asked
Because acceptance was taken for granted
And realitities were hated, fantasies were lived

........

- Diary of an Oxymoron

Motionless

I didnt fall or slip
But there is blood oozing out the back of my head
There is a little pain i feel
But all I remember was sleeping on my bed

The last vision I have is a cheerful one
Or so I think it looks to me
The blood is red, and sometimes green
Makes me question what I might just be

Am I dreaming? Or is this still a state so real
That I can feel energy sucked out of my soul
They say it is never a big deal
But it is making me question my role

I am motionless, numb and yet so alive
It is a state of body or mind
I am here, and I strive
To excel, for happiness is yet so blind

Scribbles

there r bruises blood oozing out the redness of passion the blue colour of doubt u didn't just change my head you reshaped my wisdom cloud

there was darkness
and there was light
my mind, my directionlessness
it was all an ongoing fight
I am still struggling
You, enjoying the imbalance, right?