What you seek is seeking you.
What if this, is all there is? What if this.. is as good as it gets? What if this is as far, you were meant to be; And everything that you ever dreamed about for the future, were memories; Being carried on from a past life. A past where, you had it all. A life… Read More
A swan, Paddles away Furiously Beneath the surface. Just to stay Afloat. Nothing else. Yet you, Can only Percieve White floating grace; Ripples nor Sound. Flawless, Utopian elegance. And you, Can’t imagine Madness Behind the scenes; Hard at work. Persevering, Constant struggle. The facade Of perfection; Unstable. Control, no control; Infinite cycles, intersecting.. Culminating.. Every… Read More
…And the rain Knocks on my window Like friends pulling you Out of your bed On a Friday night When you’re in bed early.. You’ve lost your job Are too depressed And broke To want to drink Or smile Or even be able to afford either Even if you wanted to… © Jay Kaushal Image… Read More
Don’t you dare Give up On your dreams. Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare Convince yourself, You’re not good enough. Don’t you quit! Even if your pockets are empty Your fridge is empty Your health is waning And your bills are all past due. Don’t you quit! Don’t. Even if they keep telling you That… Read More
In the depths Of your deepest Darkest Most gruesome And Paralysing fears; Your True power Lies Waiting. Enslaved And chained; Hopeless, desolate And Weakened; By your lack of courage. © Jay Kaushal
You could lose, Everything; in a second. If you do, Would you still want, What you want right now? You could be wrong and lost, In the dark woods of confusion. If that happens, Would you still keep walking, This path you’ve chosen? You may sleep tonight And not wake up tomorrow. If you don’t,… Read More
‘The Graffiti Artist’ is a poem about a painter and how he started painting walls. Read More
If you were gonna die today, would you still be spending your time the way you are? Read More
You need as often, As you consciously can: To exhale, As much as you inhale. To relax, As much as you toil. Be as blank, As much as you’re scribbled. And go about as crazy, As controlled; you try to be. Life isn’t a fight, It’s a song… And a song isn’t a song, Without… Read More
Years of spirited struggle reduced to nought. Hours of contemplation precede, Seconds lasting eternity; As life-long dreams conclude into frivolousness. There was a voice somewhere in the distance; I don’t remember where, or who it was; it was comforting, somewhat. No flashes of light, like they say, neither darkness. No flashes whatsoever. Plain sordid reality;… Read More
