Broken people

Broken people

I like talking to broken people. The time, they have completely let their guard down. The time, they’re ripped off their ego, and loathing pride. I like, to see the innocence glaring inside their shy souls. The time, they’re fully exposed. No façades. No fakeness. The soul free of the worldly acquired tags. I like, the sound of their voice, breaking and cracking through every word. Their throat drying up, and stammering after every sentence. Give them your skin, when they’re exposed. Hug away, the chill in their bones. Love them deeply, and they will love you too. They’ll find faith, and see that the world is still beautiful. They’ll find faith in you.

– Shane
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Take me away

Take me away

Take me away, darling,
Take me away,
I’m tired,
the voices in my head have gotten difficult to talk to,
Take me away, darling,
Take me away,
I’m shivering,
the frozen rage in my blood has seeped into the fractures in my bones,
Take me away, darling,
Take me away,
I’m torn,
the smile in my face has not been able to fill up the hole in my chest,
Take me away, darling,
Take me away,
Make me one of yours,
Wear me beautifully and give me back my soul,
Take me away, darling,
Take me away,
Touch me with your grace,
Rip me off my skeletons and rejuvenate me with your blood,
Take me away, darling,
Take me away,
Remake me as you please,
Save me from my hollowness and expand me into single-celled particles,
Scattering in a fleeting pace,
Escaping this man-made prison,
Take me away, darling,
Take me away from the pain.

– Shane
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Body and Soul

Body and Soul

After I die,
I wonder how it’d be, when I exist as a soul,
I wonder what it’d be like, when I see my body from the outside,
When I look at the body that served as me when I was a human being, twisted and emotionless; placid in demeanor,
When I look at the eyes that represented my soul, gaze into me impaired of their sight; frozen at death,
When I look at the face that structured my identity when I was a human being, pale and broken; slain as I’m gone,
I wonder what it’d be like, to leave the body that gave me a home; that grew older with me and stayed my lifelong friend,
I wonder what it’d be like, to lose the body that gave me a name; that gave me a voice and followed my every command,
I wonder what it’d be like, to watch the body that gave me life and a form, turn into dust and disappear,
How will I recognize me then?
When I am naked,
When I am faceless,
How will I identify myself without my body?

I’ve been living my life contemplating on how people are temporary,
But it hits me now,
This face, these hands, these legs, this body; all of this is going to go away soon,
I will even have to leave what I recognize as myself today,
The body that I’ve always loved and considered my own, will be pulled apart from me and taken away someday,
I look up in the mirror,
I say, “I love you, you. I think I don’t appreciate you enough”,
I touch my face and feel the life on my cheeks,
The very thought that I’m going to lose this feeling one day, scares me to my very soul,
It hits me now,
And it hits me hard,
That even I am not mine to keep.

Please love your body until it belongs to you.
It is your closest friend, literally and metaphorically.

– Shane
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Love made lovers

Love made lovers

Love made lovers. Take love out of the world and there will be none of them left. The integrity of the world will collapse to inhabit zombies that strive only for invention and glory. The mind-blowing skyscrapers and sceneries will stay in place, but none of them will seem adorable to anyone anymore. We will have travelled to galaxies far away but have no one to mourn over the dead anymore. We will have created paradise on earth but have no one to stop and appreciate its beauty for a while. The world will be a complete wreckage while it still might appear flawless to the eye.

Love made lovers. Take love out of the world and there will be none of them left. The beaches will be empty and no one will hold hands by the shore to give the sea a reason to bring waves anymore. The moon will have no teenagers to chat with at night and no one will stay back to cuddle under the sky’s embrace anymore. The birds will fly around singing their regular rhymes and no one will be waiting to listen to the music of nature anymore. The world will be a complete wreckage while it still might appear flawless to the eye. People say that love is overrated and that there are bigger things about life. They say that love distracts the mind into mediocrity and thereby renders it less productive.

But imagine if minds grew stronger to overwhelm hearts someday, we might actually succeed at advancing the planet with exceptional innovations and grandeurs, but it will end up having no soul.

– Shane
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Hate and Love

Hate and Love

Hate is dark. It grabs all that is starving and makes it, its own. Wild affinities to the empty homes, it takes. But love.
I say, love is light. For even a tiny thread of glow, can throw a sparkle into a death kissed eye. He was empty, after she broke him down. He was powerless, to speak. For it was love that once filled that void in his soul. And I said, hate grabs all that is starving and makes it, its own. And so it did. He rose up, like a tyrant, when he was just a wonderful boy. A sweet innocent boy, on his own now.

He walked up to her. Not as a lover, this time. His fists, throttling with murderous intent. He looked at her, with complete spite. The beautiful girl, he used to carry upon the palm of his hand, like a flower, now at his despisal.

“I missed you”, she confessed in a bedridden voice. The devil crushing his skull died immediately. The hatred smothering with boulders, from behind his teeth, just fell.
And I said love is light, for even a tiny thread of glow can throw a sparkle into a death kissed eye.

“I missed you too”, he confessed, as a tear glistened, proudly, at the corner of his eye, before it dropped. That was
all love needed, and hate never stood a chance.

– Shane
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We’re not meant to be happy

We’re not meant to be happy

The pores of our skin cover up with smog again,
We live a different life, don’t we,
We don’t belong to the lights, the shimmering incandescence everyone enjoys,
We’re not meant to be happy.

The pain that everyone fears to face, rests in each of our crevasses,
We have terrible fates, don’t we,
We don’t stay with colours for long, the hues that give radiance to each smile, each laughter,
We’re not meant to be happy.

As sunshine creeps into our windows that behold all that is dark and desolate,
Calling each one of them out to play, to go merry about the grandiose of the world, with faces aloft,
We admire the subtle inflections in a bird’s chirp, the glitter on the outside, not for us to caress and embrace,
It is true that we are nothing like the sun, for it is made of the rainbows and the glamour it evokes,
We’re not meant to be happy.

As the moonlight glints in the sky, surrounded by all that is dark and desolate,
Calling each one of us by name,
telling us that we are special and built to endure; the fighters, the dreamers and the artists,
We admire the tiny speck of light buried with darkness galore, grief-stricken and passionate, reminding us of us,
It is true that we’re more like the moon, cursed and beautiful, awake only when night looms, when the feasts have ended,
We’re not meant to be happy.

– Shane
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Sweetheart

Sweetheart

I shall love you so much, that it’ll stifle you,
So much, to make you blush lush pink,
For then, love shall never be enough,
You shall find no greater love.

Such that, every memory of me,
Shall slither under your veins,
While they writhe away.

Such that, every word I uttered,
Shall resonate in the back of your mind,
But just as distant echoes.

He shall flatter you, with roses and expensive jewelry,
Ecstasy and fortune, lighting you, like a charm,
Yet your heart shall still shiver, discontent.

And you shall craft clouds, to look like me,
Behind his ears, you’ll wonderfully color me down,
While he promises you, the stars.

For I shall love you so much, that it’ll stifle you,
So much, to make you blush lush pink,
For then, love shall never be enough,
You shall find no greater love.

Sweetheart,
– Shane
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Hostage

Hostage

Clench your teeth,
And feel the ivory breaking inside,
I’ll miss you, in your regular yellow,
I was killed, in a voiceless basement,
I told you, I’d stay,
I told you, I’d be back,
I told you, I keep promises.

Clench your teeth,
And feel the ivory breaking inside,
I thought, I’d sing for you in this rain,
I waited underneath, the disturbing dark,
You told me, you’d stay,
You told me, you’d be back,
You told me, you keep promises.

Hostage,
– Shane
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Away

Away

Perhaps we were too drunk to remember,
The silky stir of your hair, tickling my shoulders,
I think I remember feeling that,
The awful horror in your eyes seeking solace in mine,
With the alcohol numbing the pain for the minute,
But, your eyes still couldn’t hide,
Or play dead.

Your cute comforting smile,
Lying before your wretched eyes,
I saw us, in the mirror,
As flawed as we were.

But we were together,
Hurt,
Torn,
Apart,
From everything real and legit,
Clinging on to each other’s warmth,
In our own separate place,
It felt good,
I remember that.

– Shane
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My love

My love

If you have so much love for someone, it will hurt when they disappoint you. So I stand close to you, hesitating to give you that place in my heart. Your thoughts and feelings for me would not matter much if we were at this distance. So I hesitate to give you that special place in my heart. Because, maybe not today, but someday you’ll let me down. Because, maybe someday I won’t be cool enough for you, once you’ve seen my flaws. Because, maybe someday you’ll get bored of me or maybe you’ll find someone better. You’ll be fine with leaving me, then. But, I won’t take it easy. Maybe the love you once had for me was true, but know that my love was always very different from yours. Because you survived, but I didn’t.


– Shane
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