Deserted,without a soul or shadow
to speak to
Despair and loss, seen and felt
put us in solitary confinement
of silence
Human noise let out by this body
seems to be the only comfort
consolation of a life going on,
despair going on.
Credence of his words linger
in the air, as air
never to be seen,
only felt
when sight is the remedy.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
Blood
Bright red when fresh,
Crimson when stale,
I don’t want to faint everytime
The nurse pulls out a sample.
It’s absurd
Fear of something that belongs to me?
I’ll be bold!!
“Wait. Nurse…is that…”
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 10:16 AM UTC
She needs sleep, which would last forever.
She would like it if, for once, the bad took a long break.
If he decides to go on a vacation, maybe, she'll be free.
She needs to pretend.
Welcome make-believe solacer.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 10:19 AM UTC
Was it I who missed out your words or was it you?
Either way we are lost.
You could be happy now or be taking Prozac
Either way I’m lost.
You could think I am relieved or I’m dead
Either way you’re lost.
We could think of ill of each other or mourn each other’s absences
Either way we are lost.
Lost in the crowd,
Lost, in a way we’ll never recognize each other.
Yes, I lost my sanity. I hope you did too.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 10:05 AM UTC
As I was searching for truth, I realize that nothing is true.
And so it leaves me only pain, I could escape but what is the use?
It is all temporary.
Well, what could one expect out of an illusionary world.
So I cease my search and shed my feathers, lay down still.
Till time itself runs out.
Till the stalking man comes and he takes me to its darkness.
The stalking man was my shadow, my playmate, my truth
He invites, lures me but what is it that pulls me from behind,
It is frightening how an illusion can have control.
But my playmate calls, pleads and lures again
And again.
Pulls back the illusion
Am I to be stuck in this tug-of-war?
To be pulled till I lose my sanity.
The illusion spoke; it is all a part of the game it whispered.
In a voice so surreal
That I walked back inside the illusion.
Lost my playmate,
My shadow,
My truth,
The stalking man.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 4:07 AM UTC