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Jan 2018
I glimpsed a blissful morning,
That never shall be mine,
A life of nought but mourning,
Not all of us can shine

The darkness, far expanding,
A canvas painted black
And hopeless I am standing,
Far from my chosen track

Why would you give me burden?
This curse of birth and breath?
Where suffering is but certain,
I ask for only death

Take all your lovely wonders,
I have no use for these
The crystal skies, the thunders,
My heart and arteries

These words that do escape me,
I want none of their healing
I let my demons **** me,
The numbness kills the feeling

This flesh that binds resentment,
Each pulse: a new regret,
Why would I seek contentment,
When a smile is hard to get?

If life were truly sacred,
Why would it be despised?
Why would my hope not make it?
My dreams unrealized?

If only I could muster,
The strength to raise a knife,
From my throat, a red with lustre,
Gush out with all my life

Then fade away the sorrow,
And fade away the laughter,
No morning, no tomorrow,
No after,
Oh, no after
Vilakshan Gaur
Written by
Vilakshan Gaur  26/M/India
(26/M/India)   
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