A Paradise Of Expressions..

Where strangers are family.



And the silence of the thousands gave way

to emotion caused by a ripple in time.

Chester Bennington no more 

Calliope's Lyre

I’m not sure how to process any of this yet, but it’s official. Chester Bennington of Linkin Park, is no more. Linkin Park, is no more. A portion of the wall of the world has crumbled, and fallen on our heads.
We spent the better part of yesterday dismissing it as a hoax, but it’s been confirmed by most of the outlets and the band members.

Could we ever stop loving him? Probably not. I don’t know what good could come of this except.. I hope you’re at peace, Chester.
Never, ever forgotten. The Man who kept me alive so many nights.
Rest In Peace, Chester.

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you gave me everything i needed right now, love. You gave me peace.

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Shall I go?

Or would you go for me?

Shall I stay?

Or would you stay for me?


Shall I cry?

Or would you cry for me?

Shall I live?

Or would you live for me?

The Living Poor

While the Sun beats down

And the loved ones are inside; protected

the vagabond ploughs about.


Thirsty, every drop of water is wine to him

Nothing to call his own, but his soul.

Nothing to do, but travel the roads.

No one to talk, but the wind.


A happy face, nay, its filled with sorrow.

A tired man, nay, he shows strength.

A peaceful face, nay, it sparks ambition.

A face deathly pale, and yet it shows life.


The ones who are loved stay inside

and the ones who are proud are out, facing the world

Whether they rise,or fall it doesn’t matter

For they lived their gift, till it was theirs no more.





“But I love you!” she wailed, with water in her eyes.

I stopped, looked back, with tears of my own.

And Said” Love isn’t when I shield you from the blizzard, babe.

Love is when you kiss me, and we stay cold together.”



With misty eyes, reminisce.

Sang your song, but my voice is alone.

Shivering a little, I continue

Your favourite song,not correctly

But it me reminds me of you.


Heart still aches, eyes still leak

Beg for your forgiveness, knowing that you’ve already forgiven.

How could you be so great?

Worse, why didn’t I realize it when you were with me?



While this may be heaven,

I long for trials, endless pains, and blood and tears

For I, mortal. All I want is to dance with my demons 

So that I can bask in the shade

And burn in the fires

Such is my weakness.fire1-1024x768 Continue reading “WEAKNESS”


I found this in my English notebook. Been wanting to put this up for some time now:-

And don’t mourn over the passing of time, my dear
For the memories will both free and haunt you.
Instead dance with your angels and demons
And you will live till the end of time.

P.S ”  Inspired from ‘My Week  With Marilyn’. “

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