I am filled with joy
Because God has forgiven
All of my dark sins.
...

The King is dead,
but did he ever live?
Maybe once as a fanciful prince, prancing and prating in roguish youth,
heart aglow with life's first love.
But that prince, too, died,
As a mantle of hoary grey was laid upon his shoulders,
cold and stiff like the morning frost,
leaden and heavy like the sarcophagus lid,
from the burden of life he fled;
The King is dead,
but did he ever live?

My mind is darker than the deepest corners of the night,
Fragile,
Ready to shatter when a single beam of light slices through it.
I am not ready for that beam of light.
I am wandering blindly through the darkness,
No sense of direction,
Only the deep and quivering breaths from my chest
And the stinging tears that burn my face.

I have fought a battle
Between happiness and sadness
And it is clear that sadness prevails.
The blades are out
They slumber in the little white case in my top drawer.
I have tried and tried again to ignore its devious presence
But now I found myself falling for its painful intimacy once more.

My dark mind has been dormant for too long,
And I am left cold, naked and ashamed on the concrete floor of my innermost hatred.

Time
That time yesterday
A different time today
Awaiting a better time tomorrow
Time forever
While I live
After I am dead
Its significance swallowing
The insignificance that is
My life and being,
The only significance that defines me
And yet time takes control
Leads me to this path unknown
Leaves me helpless
To figure out
If it’s time that’s destroying me
Or leaving me to shape
My future
My time
The better time that awaits
Forever in my tomorrow.

-Sprishya

Thoughts cross my mind
Good or bad
I cannot make the call
I want to change
Take control and break my fall
**** all my problems
Leave all my concerns
Set the world on fire
Sit back and watch it burn!!

-Sprishya

The sun is shining
Birds chirping their way to joy
I wish I could fly.

(May 9 2013, Los Angeles)