aeonian

[aytheasolen]

If you want to call me a robot, treat me like one, then please do it fully.

Don't expect me to still be a human at the end of the day.

[aytheasolen]

"Hate to be seen, love every sight."

~aythea solen

[solwreclipwze]

awestruck

it was a sky filled with ambience, 

and an ocean filled with sparkle.

i remember your face as clear as day, 

as you turned golden as the sun kissed you gently.

your smile speaking a thousand words, 

and my mind going blank at the sight of it.

your eyes sparkled more than the ocean,

and i drowned in them everytime,

willingly.

and then you laughed.

and it was it for me.

a laugh i would kill to see everyday,

a laugh i would live to see everyday.

all i could do was stand in awe in your magnificence,

all i could do was worship your presence.

though you are not a god, far from it.

but your humanity, your sheer humanity,

your flawless flaws,

are what make you no less than a goddess.

this is one for you, the one that has my heart.

[solwreclipwze]

TALKATIVE HEART

the loquacity of my heart is ironic.

it talks to me with thorns.

its loquacity is ironic, as it's words literally stab me sometimes.

its loquacity does not intend to harm, rather it just mirrors the external loquacity of the universe.

if the universe is sweet, so is my heart.

but it's words turn sharper than obsidian, once the universe doesn't speak to me in my language.

the loquacity of my heart is ironic, as all it wants is to be silent at many points.

but my heart is foolish as his loquacity is it's greatest blessing.

its loquacity is what warms me when the universe is cold, ironically not mirroring the universe anymore.

its loquacity is what keeps me alive,

and all i am grateful is for,

that the loquacity of my heart is ironic.

~aeon

[solwreclipwze]

I WANT TO DIE

we have successfully managed to romanticize death.

though no one actually wants it.

we are afraid of death,

as much they are afraid of living.

we find reasons to live anyhow,

how much ever it hurts,

how much ever it kills to continue.

some live of a devoid soul,

ironically mentioned as "dead inside".

though they are only alive because they don't want to die,

they only survive because they are afraid to die.

"it can't be over so quickly", they say,

"this can't be the end, my life cannot amount to only grief and tragedy", they continue.

hopes and dreams.

the will to live.

a hope for a better future,

a dream of a gentle future.

that is mankind,

and thus will always be.

death is life, for death is peace, for death is equilibrium.

[solwreclipwze]

PUDDLES

the raindrops seap through my window,

crawling underneath the little gaps,

water leaking through it,

a small puddle forms on my table.

i was quite mesmerised by it for some reason.

it reflected the books on my table i had yet to read.

the infinite universes left yet unexplored.

it reminded me of the unknown,

it stabbed me with the sheer realisation.

there was another puddle now,

a puddle of my blood.

it reflected my being, my soul,

which was also yet unexplored.

it reflected the parts I wanted to shut away,

it reminded me of the unknown.

the raindrops seaped through my windows.

it is too much now.

it is starting to touch my books,

my precious books.

i saw her face in the reflection of blood,

who had touched my soul,

my precious soul which I wanted to shut away.

hello all,

do share your thoughts on this poem I wrote,

and do give suggestions.