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Secrets that I have been keeping in my heart,
The words I say aloud are different alot,
From the words my mind screams to say and thoughts,
No longer in sync, my life has fallen apart.
Just like the day I hypnotised myself,
Killing my feelings and killings in silence,
The killings weren't physical but the aftermath was,
Scarring the heart but no blood out,
No bloodclot nor was anything seen,
Looked same like last time I was seen,
No one bothered, no one grieved,
For the killings weren't physical, but scarring soul deep in...
Writing after quite some time, though condition is still cooked as ever...
Sarthak Gupta Jan 14
In silence, lies the journey of every answer,
Noise never solved the impact on the heart.
We kept floating in the river of questions, just like that,
The destination was found when I made this journey complete with myself.
Sarthak Gupta Jan 14
Lost was peace and sense of mind,
Lost was reason and moral binds.
Lost was strength, the will to grind,
A yearning soul fled, only a shell confined,
The haunting weight of wounds left behind.
Sarthak Gupta Jan 14
It spoke, it spoke until the mouth dried,
But the words were ignored, the thoughts denied.
Next time when the turn came,
Dull eyes and silent cry, that's all remained.
Sarthak Gupta Jan 14
Amidst the chaos in daily life,
The silent soul remained amidst the rife.
It spoke nothing, just listened to others,
Bearing their pain as though it were its own burdens.
Sarthak Gupta Jan 14
A heart that aches, a mind that roams,
A soul that yearns for untamed homes.
In silent wars, they break apart,
Yet still reach out to heal each heart.
Sarthak Gupta Dec 2024
Q.) Who hurt you most?
Ans.) ....
Me, my brain, my heart, my soul,
Mind: full of over thoughts, so bad so foul,
Heart: full of love, but one-sided, so foul,
Soul: Yearns freedom, trapped in body so foul.

Me, trapped in between,
Too much pressure, I'm cavin' in,
Thoughts, like chains, snare me,
These emotions, won't free me,
My superego silences my id's plea,
While my ego betrays the real Me for 'me'.
How a poet answers this....
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