My breath seems like
coming to a stand-still
while it is stitching hatred
to my worn-out lungs.
In some mysterious ways
asking to stop ******* in air,
while I still pursue to live.
My grit decomposing and
breaking-up into tiny pieces of
horrendous curses I want to
cast upon people,
reeking of self-doubt
and deteriorating courage;
determined to cut my own wings
while I sew them back
with a needle of my diminished valor.
The claws of spiteful death
contracting over my burdened shoulders
and trying to separate
my already-extinguished soul
from my dispassionate body
while I try to set poor memories on fire
to stay warm and in this world.
The dust around my hands
reminding me of endless tortures
for stretching too far
for the undeserving ones
that each cell, each tissue,
the fiber, the skin
burnt in agony and finally turning into ashes
while I still touch memoirs of recollecting past
to feel those hands.
With Life turning my divine light
into pitch dark clouds
raining melancholy and doomed fate
while I am still trying to find my shining star
to create rainbows of faith and
thrive alongside Nature.
In the stillness of my calm, continuous efforts
I fought something I never knew
existed.
A monster devouring my senses,
crushing the freshness of Life and
royally residing inside my head.
I grew a new seed of belief and hope.
Everyday!
The belief of being bigger than this monster,
The seed filling the vastness of the void
with each blooming leaves and flowers
to water my own growth.
It took me long enough
to light the lamps of confidence
and taking back the reins in my hands
instead of being controlled and
that is how I empowered myself.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 7:16 PM UTC
My voice doesn’t reach you there
But I know you hear it
My screams get numbed
But I hope my silences scrape you
a forlorn attempt to hold you
a whimsical endeavor to outgrow you
my memory poisoning my dreams
your absence obscuring my senses
when sunlight enters, I see
the bright light mocking me.
A voice always calling out to you
doesn’t matter it’s day or at night
Morning is meant to illuminate
not to succumb to dark.
Collecting souvenirs of wretched soul
my voice eventually chokes to death.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
Brushes of Golden spark,
Igniting enigmatic eyes….
Bringing out the beauty inside out.
Often they say “you’re beautiful”,
Seldom they mean…
Invariably unfailingly they match beauty inside and out.
Capricious souls, always on lookout
Claiming to love roses with thorns…
Petrified with inside beauty if blown out.
Malignant steps attempting to curb the blaze
Demanding normality…
For they dread the glowing light shining out
It’s time to oppose the crowd
Leaving those hollow soothings unanswered…
Use that helpless wonder for the fears to break out.
As the sun sets to rest
Glorious reality checking in…
Take that burning desire to shine from inside and out.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC
Drifted off into the space
for I was
adamant about my perception.
People abhorred
my placid nature
for my impressions created
a ripple effect in continuous motion.
Stray thoughts I possessed
something awoken yet under-acknowledged
the unseen beauty vanished into the deepest oceans.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC