Alaska: Poems

52 · Jul 15

SCREAM

Alaska Jul 15

SCREAM

I want to scream.
I want to scream everything out.
I want to scream so loud
that it hits the highest mountains known.

But not to the familiar faces.
Let the familiar faces
go deaf for a while—
so I can scream out loud
without anyone knowing.

Then what is the purpose of it? I thought.
Immediately, my mind whispered:
“It’s all about letting everything out—
and making yourself free.
Because in this world, no one cares.
Not even familiar faces.”

38 · Aug 8

Years Of Loneliness

Alaska Aug 8

Years Of Loneliness

Feeling lonely,
which is usual —
but thought I would write
something this time.

Jumped out of bed,
took a pen,
took a paper,
expecting something would flow
out of my mind.

Hours passed.
I found myself
staring at that blank paper,
realising how these
years of loneliness
have made my mind just as blank.

Mind gone blank,
heart gone cold,
eyes gone rotten,
hand gone withered.

This is what years of
loneliness have done to me —

Years of pushing people away,
in the quest to find the meaning of life,
yet believing the best would stay —
only to end up as this soul you see,
lost her meaning, and waiting for the Greater End.

29 · Sep 21

…You

Alaska Sep 21

…You

Talkin' to you always felt like therapy.
Thirty minutes of words
became thirty minutes of release,
clearing my mind, leaving me fresh again.

Pain and comfort,
scolding and appreciation,
mistakes and lessons—
it felt like I could share everything.

But the days that followed,
when I couldn’t catch a glance of you,
when you never called,
never texted,
started to feel like an eternity.

And there I was
back in the same place as before,
before I found this beautiful thing
called You.

— The End —