Passage of time

They say the passage of time will heal all wounds… but the greater the loss, the deeper the cut… and the more difficult the process to become whole again.

The pain may fade, but the scars serve as a reminder of our suffering and make the bearer all the more resolved never to be wounded again.

So as time moves along, we get lost in distractions, act out in frustration, react with aggression, give in to anger.

And all the while, we plot and plan to get stronger, and before we know it the time passes, we are healed, ready to begin anew.

Shut eye

Waking up to another dreamless night, 
i feel my imagination slowly loosing its focus on beauty.
For what beauty is there to it? 
Being asleep is basically being half dead, 
if my subconscious chooses to abandon my desire to fantasize about my beloved, 
then i fail to see the pleasure i once found in it.

Bina under the storm: the secret horror recipe part 1

Dedicated to a person who's passion is cooking knows no limits! And a very close friend of mine to make me burn a few fingers trying to copy her cooking (it happens)

P.s the theme is horror based but she's a sweetheart, I can ascertain it myself.

"Thunder roared endlessly through the kitchen window, a smirk plastered all over my face, I open the cupboard window and take out the small dark bottle at the end. "time to use this old spice to good use" *thunder cracks*... The air seeps in between the dusty wooden backdoor, the downpour makes it stained with the stench of soaked mother earth ... Just the perfect aroma addition to this secret concussion.

The pot comes to a slow boil... Thick red paste with a drop of magnificence everywhere. The storm stains a grey dullness, my paste taints a blood stain to this page of colourless atrocity. Droplets from the sky above, the nonstop rain tones of a silent battle cry. The pot is all done, the banging of spoons on the table in restless eagerness, war on hunger has finally begun.

Mystery is the gift of darkness, we seek it to the depths of hell just for a spark of the unknown. so curious in our nature, we crunch chili just to get a burning sensation to 'spice' up a meal perfected and spewed in the most tender way. It is with such obnoxious behavior that we do not show value to taste, its that lost desire that leads to our ultimate destruction.

some believe the human race is fading beyond salvation... Satisfaction is the lost attribute to our daily forthcoming. We seek what's beyond the stars, we see not what mother earth blessed in our backyards. The storm's thrashing... My pot's almost empty, darkness engulfs my little table of plates. Every fork to the hand, knives stained stop sign red, while lips curl a bloody joker smile as eyes turn towards me. 'It maybe their last meal' keeping thoughts to myself as I turn towards the kitchen, 'or maybe... Am their last... Meal' suddenly I can feel my heartbeat in my ears.

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Philisopher's Stone

joy to suffering,
Victory to battle,
Life to the dead,
For that is what
the blood-red
stone grants.

Men honor it
with the name
"Philosopher's stone"

(took it exactly the way it was from Fullmetal Alchemist episodes, not my piece but i thought i would share since it caught my eye)

Script a piece

I script a piece of my heart to let the world know,
Depicting the rattling hums battling to be words and be told to everyone.
I sketch my life in folklore, quite a collection of unexplainable events to make such a dainty heart stone cold,
Based on an empire built of selfless acts but... Who ever said the king was overthrown by brute force?

My heart aches, my world crushes, once for sought dreams turn to ashes, and i roam endlessly in the dark void.
Lost both light and hope, I walk the boulevard of scattered dreams need to stop thinking, contemplating, justifying every single unfair act done for the world is cruel on it's own.
Rather need to unearth the unknown, am yet to even know my own soul.
Infinite abilities are always bound to each soul... For the unused part of the brains has a lot that remains untold, unexplored, untouched.