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abhinav May 25
New day, with dawn of rising sun
off the docks, cruising towards horizon
light and breezy all, felt like blessed by Poseidon
Skinny dipping for happiness, hope I find some.

Many I got bon voyage, many I curses,
many were on board, many kraken lurks.
Head straight, high sail,
ignored all, focused on right trail.

Pleasant journey until now, premonitions around,
dark clouds, high tide, ensuing panic in crowd,
blinded became Travis, undermined the upcoming crisis
Darkness engulfed, realized too late, next moment...  

**** hit the fan down came the rain,
followed by storm and a huge hurricane.
Bulldozed through, but that's just iceberg's tip,
it's gonna be titanic soon, already feel like losing grip.

Beyond horizon, can't see,
calm sea or whirlpool will there be.
All I know, strength of these sails,
sailors and that mysterious gentle gale.
It's your journey, your path to traverse, unique for all, unique are huddles, none will  know your struggle, but don't bow down before seemingly infinite troubles, just buckle down and aim for beyond.
Believe in yourself when none other, for you are your true companion.
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Sometimes it feels like I am writing this kind of **** to convince myself  rather than expressing my thoughts, it's like a attempt to self preach, like me trying to solidify these thoughts hoping that it'll bring about a change in me...sad me:((
abhinav May 17
Thoughts of committing forbidden,
rises with the rock,
as soon as sun reflects off hidden,
crushing barriers came the thought.

Rock's rise to its fall,
till dawn came upon,
wondered it all,
what's it like being gone.

Getting chair, drilled temples, OD, Botox or hang,
visual flashes everyday,
like a mosquito inside my head canned,
waking as soon as I hit the hay.

Pressure's mounting none to release upon,
had so called well wishers,
fortunately I mowed the lawn,
and now none's left to cement the fissure.

Reliving past with a foreseen future,
altering with a hit of a key,
various customizable features,
only if it was like RPG.

Maybe it's insecurity,
maybe it's grades,
maybe it's futurity,
maybe it's living of which I'm afraid.
those sleepless nights **** the soul out of me.....
abhinav Apr 10
I got a Voldemort filled
inside my brain
a world exist where
door ain't remain.
A world governed by
testo and dopemine
everyday feel like making it rain
sleepless nights feel like jerking
aside the thoughts inside barking
futile because already gave in
flesh and bone
where sins cave in.

Feel like fly in Venus
ain't working out with Jesus
so lemme call out to star
bruh lend me few Winnie
to fetch me some honey
as i rather have pitch up deep than to sow and let it reap
thinking and thinking till it leads
to ******* scar that feeds
grooving epidermis making it bleed
it's like god handing out seeds
and I ain't getting one because of my deeds

Landline, laziness the line
bed's the mine
set foot there goes the crying
all i do is sit back and rhyme
hiding sorrows in these lines
hoping you'd save the day
like the Dre
back when shady was stray
Pray, I pray none's listening
is my existence so grey
pillow talking all night
only time i get to voice my say.
I wrote this back when I was in a bad place... Well never opening this door ever again... i hope :(((
abhinav Sep 2021
Is it my eyes or
some of you are actually white
wearing some wig
hiding that gore
the lil seven sisters
committing when alone.

Fabricated lives, customized self
wearing lies straight from Ralph
this isn't the shadow casted on your soul
it's the tailored tainted core
mirroring multiple images
like trail R in a store.

So afraid showing chromatic phase
undergoing perfectly placed transparent planes
shredding skin, playing games
back stabbing *****, sparking flames
loyal ain't, changing clubs
filling ears as if making it rub.
I wrote this when someone i thought as a brother let me down
abhinav Sep 2021
A world so bizarre
with people so shady
face after face they revel
a never ending quest knowing a person feels.
In a blink of a moment they change
sweet to opportunist that's quite a range.
No one is different me and you
not even a handful few we all have evil within
buried deep down with a hint of sin
afraid, living in denial
bubble acting like glial.

We all are collection of face
that we desire or society admires
hiding behind them
comfortable and safe we feel
but evil will always be let out
in the weakest of moment it creeps
taking on conscience worst it seeks
driven by creature of passion
all that matter is satisfaction
stooping isn't uncommon
once under spell it's basic moral.

Everyone can't be buddha
unlike him can't shut the
**** up inner Vlad
some choose to embrace, some shade
but everyone's right in their own place.
One thing is observed is that no one is perfect, everyone has their own fears and demons to conquer. Everyone's a hypocrite and there's nothing wrong in it. Everyone's portraying the social media life to others.
No one can solve your problems for you at most they could provide  a helping hand but how you choose to deal with them define you as a person.
abhinav Sep 2021
I got real "gems" within
with my heart so polluted
obsolete genes making 'em so deluded
fighting among self
while ringing thy bell
turning my inside into live hell.

High rankers behaving like bankers
cranking up on money
weak got taxes ramped up
feedback mechanism didn't got me backed up
my hand's burning
it's more interested in drugs cranked up.

world within, so bizarre
worshipping 9 days
on 10th exploiting the avatar
immune system's malfunctioning
exterminating none entertaining all
stand up for something, "Nah dude, they'll make me crawl".

condition's critical need some dode
ain't working to flourish, all they do is corrode
making my core scrambled as a puzzle
suppressing every positive struggle
my existence's that of a mine
mining glitter degrading divine.
My take on how we treat fellow citizens and our country, even our planet, hypocrisy of "most intelligent" life form, abuse of authority and power.
sometimes it feels like humanity is the curse we need to get rid off.
abhinav Apr 2021
Staring at bricks
stuck together
Lying and thinking whether
worth the kicks.

What's the point
a dull voice voiced
undermining the excited one
Life, more like a temple run

Everyone's aiming for high
like cannabis cannibalizing cerebellum
I can't think of a reason why
follow withered curriculum

Last nail's been hammered
Once again it surfaced
as I gaze with my face dazed
among others with thought so tattered.
have you every wondered what's the point in grinding day in and day out. what 's the final goal. if you understands the answer to the question what's the point do hit me up too........
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