Searching for a treasure
.... since the childhood to youthful
Now in the stage to depart..... !
*****
Searching .....
in the wooded forest......
..... yellow paddy field.......
..........crystal water of river......
........rugged terrain of mountain.......
...........Springy coast ...........................
......... in the head, heart and hand of man and women ....
...... in the street .... in the houses.....
....... in the houses of decision makers .....
.... in the policy paper.......
..... in the papers of plan and model....
....... in the balance sheet .........
.... for a fixed as well as liquid asset... !
****
Searching for the
Treasure ........
Full with kindness ...........
..... broad brotherhood ......
...... nuptial of peace and humanity...
....... Sparkling smile........ !
****
But, in this quest....
before now worn-out year after year.......
Only smog, dust, distrust..........
Spread over......
Snuffle of ocean spill over .......;
Albeit..........
Searching for
Our cache of happiness...
to make this world..........
Pulsate with smiles!!
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
Even my shadow seems golden in the abyss that I call my residence;
even the water seems solid, frozen by silent darkness.
My screams seem like whispers,
their echoes alone reside with me.
A pariah in misery, clad in the darkness of despondency,
I shrivel like a dying flower with every passing moment.
I am my own confidant,
I am my own adversary.
Since, I am trapped alone in this dark monotony.
I calm myself with the vanishing memories of summertime kisses;
I hurt myself with a hope of an escape.
With bites inflicted by my own teeth,
I’m a carnivore for my own flesh.
Yet my hunger is rendered frail,
since I still cage my soul inside this torturous chamber of flesh and blood.
I’m an unskilled hunter,
longing for my prey.
I still breathe breaths of biting indifference.
The unforgiving air slices my trachea like a sharp metal,
yet the cuts aren't lethal enough,
to free the trapped bird that my soul is,
yet the crimson isn't abundant enough to choke my lungs in my own misery.
The cage formed by my bones,
still restrict its flight.
Perhaps I will be my own escape.
Perhaps I will free the melancholy bird,
without the ****** of my tainted body.
But I am a reckless mother,
who let her child fall into this labyrinthine chasm.
I’m the almost lover,
guilty of somebody else’s union with darkness.
My carcass remains bruised and broken,
yet it is not putrid.
I still exist,
but in a different form.
The dark entities now rejoice,
for they are free to dance around me.
Embracing darkness with open arms,
I see no golden shadow anymore.
Since the light responsible for it being cast,
was extinguished by my own sinister blood.
Its golden ember now lost in crimson.
And that is how;
I witnessed my shadow’s demise.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
I just want so badly to find someone who will actually love me instead of lying to my face. I just want to find someone who won't slip up on what my name is because some other cat's got their tongue. I've never felt so unimportant to anyone but you, and I regret every second I spent loving you and spoiling you with every fiber in my being that I could muster. But I don't regret leaving you because my value has shot up since I left, and my standards have risen beyond expectations that will never be met and carnal cheat codes. The toxicity you made me shoot up is no longer in my veins and I can finally say I'm clean of you.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
in 1 bed
there lay 2 inked bodies
she was filled with pictures
and all of them seemed to mingle perfectly
the eagle on her neck, the hourglass on her waist
He continued looking at her
her soft features,
how every tattoo was a piece by a different artist
but they all were perfect
He was filled with words
and oh, how beautiful he looked in them
the ink flowed in his skin to form various words
Many of them said he might come back stronger than ever
Some were a gentle reminder of loved ones
"Not a single cover up in all these years"
he would flaunt them to her.
She would giggle in response
in 1 bed
lay 2 inked bodies
with 1 heart beating
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
eye blinked
means a lie
the truth has burried
deep inside
the paper flies took
the stories away
don't want anybody to shout it out
so she acts like a shadow
deep inside the jungle of a broken heart
long time ago
where the stories started
before everybody came and broke it
the light was ended in smoke
she evolved
the dark she hated become friend
the flames she was afraid of become the light that she adores
they created the strongest devil
the goodness won't works
god couldn't help
united with the darkness
couldn't find the way to home
now she is trapped and couldn't go back
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC