Chaos

​in this space
of chaos

we keep falling
into the same
patterns

giving in to
predictability

without realizing
that chaos in
us,
in this
universe

is what makes us interesting.

Dangerous

​”You’re dangerous.”
He said, looking
in the mirror

“Why?”

the eyes inside
the mirror
lit up,
smirking.

“You don’t need
anyone.”

A new language

how am i supposed to write words down
when words no longer feel real
when everything the heart says
feels like a trickery
of those apathetic words

breathing is my new language
one that has always been
unacknowledged.

the translation, the pitch
the heave, the thrill
the profoundness.

it has it all.

moans like a saxophone
joyful like trumpets
rhymes, like jazz

i play the tune
across your body
each spot I touch
hits a new note

creating new vocabulary.

Comparisons

​He was a great Gatsby.

I’m an okay Aakash.

It’s 3 in the morning

It’s 2 AM

his tired eyes are
wide awake
shining
from realizing
a dream

he slows down
his breathing,
controlling.

his fingers
doing their own
thinking
type furiously
on the keypad.

the dreams.
the plan.
the possibilities.
the outcomes.
every tiny explanation
his soul provided

and was made up of.

Legacy.

It’s 3 AM

his tired eyes
are dead
but his dreams
now have
a structure of words.

forever alive
in his fingertips.

Poetry

truth is like
poetry.

and
most people

hate poetry.

Nothing

I dream of doing everything in my life

and nothing
On a sunny Sunday afternoon.

 

aakash

Closer and closer

Every painting you paint gets you closer. Every talk you give gets you closer. Every email you send gets you closer. Every line of code you write gets you closer. Every date you go on gets you closer.

Close to what?

Closer to the life you want to live.

To the life you have to live.

To the life you deserve to live.

Truth

“Rather than love,
than money,
than fame,

give me truth.”

― Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Merciless

it’s a lonely thing
living with
yourself
protecting your
breakable heart

but it doesn’t
matter
whether you are there
with me or not

what is the difference

the life was
merciless,
and is still merciless.