Shower Thoughts

Mountain peaks enveiled in mist That blurs the limits of how high we could go Mountain feet cross knit with rivers Time dictates how slow they would flow Fires smoulder at increasing distance Our headlights chasing shapeless thrills Winding ways weave lifelong memories That beckon us beyond the hills - vktr

Eyes are for girls on the street Strolling in late spring Scent's for the trace of perfume On moonlit bare skin Ears are for tuning old strings Before serenades Touch is for shoulders brushing On first movie dates Taste is for ice-cream scoop licks Because of course that it is! Legs are for walking slowly Except when you’ve got to run Lips are for kissing loved ones Except when sealed with sin Hands are for holding on tight Even when they're trembling Hairs are for waving in winds Even when graying and thin Your face is for catching sunlight When you’re breathing in.. - vktr

Days like drafting pages of a book prewritten Each chapter loosely based on those preceding Countless stories plagiarized out of meaning Yellowed soiled paper, footnotes disappearing.. What is there left to author on blank canvas? What are sounds unuttered, colours missing? When even questions such as these have been repeated Could we’ve dreamt up the sky before we’d seen it? Or is this all besides the point the playwright’s making? What if this play has starred its audience from the beginning? Marks predefined, all seats assigned, applause sign blinking.. Whatever the reason behind it, it’s truly an honour to have been invited. - vktr

I don’t want you to know me from a hundred fourty Letters printed post a spurt of fleeting happy moments And profile pictures captured from angles becoming Hue and contrast tinkered, I don’t want you to know me. I don’t want to know you from a show reel of self-portraits With eye line pivoting off centre chasing false reflection Words condensed with sweetness charmingly deceptive Signals mixed, intent concealed, I don’t want to know you. No, I want to know you when your hair is tangled up and messy When your legs are swollen and your eyelids looming heavy When you’ve given up on trying to impress and there’s One too many wrinkles on your dress, I want to know you. And I want you to know me when there’s nobody around to notice The way my confidence gets shaken by the morals of ghost stories And how I hold on to every word misplaced because it’s honest Our fingers linked, entwined, stealing light from the sunrise, I want you to know me. - vktr

The girl on the bus walks in in slow motion A sway in her hips with each bump in the road She looks for somewhere to sit, away from the heat You patiently wait for your reflections to meet The girl on the bus dresses only in white She’s lost in her thoughts with eyelids half-closed She looks through the window, the world gazes right back Making sure that her day is moving on track Because the girl on the bus has places to be And more fortunate people than you to meet And though she won’t hear it you whisper “goodbye” And forget all about her until the next time For your journey is long and the stations are plenty And the girl from the bus is out there somewhere patiently waiting.. - vktr

Dolphin-like highlights jump on wavy waters We ration our bait like time spent with our loved ones The worm wrapped on the hook sinks deep underneath We hope for the best, the Earth patiently spins... The fish stumbles slowly in dark murky waters Its wide open mouth marked by past close encounters It heads to the surface to glisten a last time It swallows the shadow on its way to the sunlight The pull – as intense as the will for survival The surrender – inevitable, the struggle – futile Your hand – firmly grasped by that of your father As he lends you the strength to fend for another Something always must die for something else to live and the earth always takes back what the water has given.. - vktr

You wake with the sun's rays ploughing your skin Though on all other days you would curse the a.m. And the beckoning clutches of labouring work Today you feel like it’s best to begin With headphones plugged deep in your ears Your footsteps - a pulse that beats on concrete A background soundtrack for bustling life And the city’s a stage on opening night Sometimes you walk but it feels like you run Though rushing toward no place by design Just passing the time that’s speeding past you Left in its wake - one less morning to hate So don’t stay in bed. When you’ve been given a chance, take it. When you get a lucky break, make it. When you give your word, keep it. When you sense a kiss, steal it. When you catch a moment, live it. Whether it’s joy or sorrow, feel it. For nothing is here to stay. - vktr

Sunset skyscape in the eve of spring The warning breeze of coming rain Hairs of women waving in the wind Spread scented delight for passers by Rivalled only by the blossomed trees The world bears fruit to so much wonder That it’s impossible to look away For who could ever sleep at night When there is so much beauty in the day For roads ahead all lead to somewhere And one can walk alongside God for the entire way... - vktr

Girl, I will marry you Because even when we barely speak Over leftovers for dinner lit by noisy screens We say "I love you" without words And every song I've ever heard Becomes about the way you look at me Girl, I will marry you For you have seen me at my worst and never turned away Half a man marked by the worries of a hundred men Heart cracked and chipped by former false romance Yet you always find a place for me in your embrace And keep patient as you put the pieces back in place Girl, I will marry you Because to betray you is to betray myself For you have carried me when I couldn’t walk And you took me further than I'd ever hoped Though the fire of our love may not be fierce like before It has transformed our being into so much more Two souls entangled in eternal dancing slow Girl, I will marry you For you have shown me more than I could ever see You were always strong when I couldn’t be So when I lay at night right next to you I listen...

Passing places, sacred sites From another lifetime Scenes of love, loss, ash, revival It all means so little to me now Almost like it never happened Like a dream dead on arrival Time has mended all my scars But I don't remember how I got them Like I've learnt nothing from the past Other than I never want it to repeat Days feel like memories mirrored Cycled times over in my mind Though with each loop they get more faded And merge to yield weeks, months, and years Passing places, setting sights Where should I go from here? For what once was is mine no more But like rain returns to oceans It will one day all come back to me Like a long-forgotten dream - vktr

My mind is always wandering the past And every thought feels like coming home From a journey tens of light years long Like the life I’m living now is not my own A radiant sky in bloom, scented by the sea Seagulls silhouetted by its glow in flight They hover over rooftops framed by fading light Shrinking ever smaller with every clap of wings The noise of youth turns ringing keys to music As kinship channels sorrow into beauty A symphony that mends our souls ensuing Harmonics played on strings still pulsing A young woman blessed with eyes of wonder Re-shapes my heart as she looks right through me There is nowhere else and no one else I want to be But timeless, shapeless, just a fragment of her story But the present pushes me along its course And as I shuffle day by day I'm dropping breadcrumbs down to mark my way So that when I'm lost I may re...

Order and chaos like serpents entwined Wrap around me with rigorous vigour Until I’m left breathless having begged for release Having been pulled to the ground by forces unseen Tears of surrender form a lens in my eyes I see joyous children running untamed Yet I also see them shuffling with canes I confide in my friend until earliest hours Yet I know we’d soon outgrow each other I hold my lover with passion at night Yet I know someday we’d have to kiss goodbye Breath of surrender fogs the essence of life All of this beauty hides pain in plain sight For this world is but only temporary And like an angel’s welcoming song It may never repeat For once we hear it It’s time to move on - vktr

I overload my senses with noise of every kind I keep the volume high as not to hear myself sigh I stare at imagery intensely, trying not to cease my sight I wrap my body in caresses from whoever’s by my side Because I cannot suffer the alternative The disorienting silence in my mind Devoid of music, brush or light of any kind With only demons lurking in the shadows Whispering from a distant site Inching ever closer Every time I close my eyes - vktr

Why do words matter If only heard by another As if brilliance requires foreign judgement And self-expression begs justification I wrap my thoughts as gifts for others Yet remove the ribbons to reveal naught Words uttered with the single purpose To vaguely alter versions of myself Come too close and you’d find me ugly As you read the fine print on my face Sentence after sentence written in defeat A surrender to my flaws and tribulations But a two-way mirror splits our vision As we look to others to find ourselves And the words we spoke in truth as children Get refracted through the prism of our fears In verity you'll never know me Like when I lay at night with eyes wide open Doubt as my mistress and my master And I will never really know you For our true forms must vow silence Lest we are found out - vktr

I wonder what it was like to be you When you were young and felt immortal Before time and vice would prove you wrong To mend all things broken with your touch While the cracks in you were getting deeper To chase your dreams across the ocean blue Until its waves of woe crashed into you To have been loved by everybody once Yet to be waiting for your end in exile I wonder what it was like to be you But I hope to never find out Until the day that I do - vktr

How wonderful it is to have a friend To illuminate your darkest hours With kind words spoken softly Or anecdotes in jest A brief warm touch A smile without context To let you know you matter Beyond the confines of yourself A friend that sees more in you Than you can ever find within They quickly learn your flaws But favour all your virtues To reveal what you only wish you could be If you were half the person that entails So, my dearest friend, know that I cherish you For lifting me in flight And though our time will surely pass As the wind scatters us across at night I’ll forever keep you in my heart And search for you among the stars... - vktr

Pavement rushes by my feet Heading towards where I’ve been Step by step my motions curve Into shapes that challenge time and space Brushing shoulders on the street With everyone I’m yet to meet Never straying off the beaten track Making sure my steps are hard to trace The further I go The harder it is to stop. - vktr

I watch the passing lights on long exposure And when the hue changes and the voices signal With sounds in harmony, yet just off tune I go, forward, unflinching Unable to stop, having gone so far Unwilling to falter, even when I do Beckoning calls of my loved ones cast crippling doubts on my purpose My mind splits the image of myself and the projection of who they interpret And in the contrast conflict smoulders But when the music swells and the drum hits on beat I can be anyone and do anything And one lifetime is enough For us to get on the next train - vktr

It’s easy to love the idea of you To rid you of all your imperfections To fabricate you into a reflection of myself To worship the fantasy of you It’s easy to see our future in your gaze Reflecting my own eyes back at me Only with a slightly warmer hue With passion and adventure hidden in plain sight In truth you’re more beautiful than I could ever know For when I see you it's in swift passing Cursed and blessed to forever carry your partial print Like a polaroid picture in my wallet And you will remain only in my mind out of reach and out of touch - vktr

The tragedy of youth is waking up to knowing   That you’re just like everybody else  Though we all had dreams of being special  Promised when we started on this race But in this life we've sculpted of each other,  One consciousness threaded through the next,  What a trial it surely is to be unique  To weave through nobody and not much else  We grow old and find solace in knowing   That we're all familiar faces from before  That we call our mothers by a single name  That our hopes and fears remain the same  That is why to meet a stranger’s gaze  Through a haze across a crowded room  Can feel like catching your reflection  In a mirror you never knew was there  The wrinkles of every age at once  Scribble all the stories ever told  Written on our face - vktr