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Rohit Goyal Feb 2023
Tears fall from my eyes as I awaken,
The reason for my pain, still unshaken.
Each passing moment of the day,
Haunts me with flashes from the fray.

As night descends and darkness reigns,
I find the puzzle pieces in my chains.
My heart shatters, tears apart,
An unbearable weight in my chest, a broken heart.

I question the cause of this deep agony,
And scour the day for any sign of tragedy.
But my dreams reveal the painful truth,
Of emotions kept hidden, long in my youth.

Desire seeps through my very core,
And hope takes hold, a never-ending score.
Some say to let my heart lead the way,
But I know where that road leads, astray.

I push down the longing, the desire,
And pray for a moment's peace, a mere respite.
But the dreams persist, with unrelenting fire,
A visual feast of what could be, in vibrant light.

The passion and yearning within me burn,
As I struggle to keep the flames unturned.
But the heart wants what it wants,
A powerful force that never daunts.

And so I sit, with tears in my eyes,
Haunted by the dreamy haze of my nocturnal ties.
Rohit Goyal Aug 2022
Decades of lifeless cold
follow a brief summer
The stage at the end,
practically a walk of shame
Many eyes turn away,
a few painfully blank
A mere shell of a former person,
Deformed by sins and their blame

It's such a miserable thing,
he can't be saved anymore.
He's been swallowed heart and mind
Into the valley of hurt and despair
Alas, just numbing the pain
doesn't make a person whole
He might as well be a sinner now
How do you even wash away stains from a soul?
Rohit Goyal Aug 2020
I often get lost in questions that I don't want answers to
How did I even get here? Which road did I take?
I look at the world outside, death and decay, blood soaked soil,
glimpses of light shining on shards of glass like spoils of war
I laugh at how similar it is, to the world inside, still in turmoil

I wonder why can't I hear the sound of the approaching hurricane
maybe I'm playing our song, too loud in my head, maybe I'm still there
A flood of memories sweep me off my feet and the delusions shatter
I can see the storm approaching, with all of it's might
but if I am being honest, it doesn't really matter

I am soaked in the rain again, just like I was many years ago
When it didn't represent misery, when it didn't bring me pain
I just want to be drenched and happy but nothing feels the same anymore
It ***** how everything that you think you enjoy can turn to ****
I guess the little pleasures you brought in my life also walked out the door

I can see the long tough road and the sleepless nights ahead of me
I can see the battles to be fought and I know we'll not pass unscathed
I know I could still smile at the end, as long as I'm standing there with you
But I don't know how to stand back up and fight this battle anymore
I guess you can never really win a battle where the victory doesn't want you
Rohit Goyal Aug 2020
I often get lost in questions that I don't want answers to
How did I even get here? Which road did I take?
I look at the world outside, death and decay, blood soaked soil,
glimpses of light shining on shards of glass like spoils of war
I laugh at how similar it is, to the world inside, still in turmoil

I wonder why can't I hear the sound of the approaching hurricane
maybe I'm playing our song, too loud in my head, maybe I'm still there
A flood of memories sweep me off my feet and the delusions shatter
I can see the storm approaching, with all of it's might
but if I am being honest, it doesn't really matter

I am soaked in the rain again, just like I was many years ago
When it didn't represent misery, when it didn't bring me pain
I just want to be drenched and happy but nothing feels the same anymore
It ***** how everything that you think you enjoy can turn to ****
I guess the little pleasures you brought in my life also walked out the door

I can see the long tough road and the sleepless nights ahead of me
I can see the battles to be fought and I know we'll not pass unscathed
I know I could still smile at the end, as long as I'm standing there with you
But I don't know how to stand back up and fight this battle anymore
I guess you can never really win a battle where the victory doesn't want you
Rohit Goyal Dec 2019
Seventy two days and eight hours
It's been that long since she kissed me
How do I even enter the garden of eden?
To wither away is just the nature of flowers

Forty three days and seventeen hours
It's been that long since she last smiled
And to be honest I'm scared shitless
To live alone in a world that was ours

Twenty four days and thirteen hours
It's been that long since I heard her voice
I just want to let her know that I'm right here
I'll hold her hand as the illness devours

Seven days and one hour
It's been that long since she looked at me
It's her eyes that told me who I am
Now I just look in the mirror and cower

Eight hours and twenty seven minutes
It's been that long since life stopped making sense
The grandeur of this world are shy in comparison
Life is just not life without her in it

Fifteen minutes and counting still
It's been that long since I've been on the edge of this cliff
I turn to the gods I've rejected and pray
If there's a life after death, I'll do as you will
Rohit Goyal Dec 2019
Like the waves fiddling with the shore
A distant past often reaches out
Bringing back the memories of
A time once cherished, a time now lost

Like the constant ebbs and flows
A face emerges and gently recedes
Brings along a craving for the unknown
And takes away all the heart's content

Like the sea is home to the turbulent waters
A chaos echoes within the consciousness
And yet the necessity for survival
Would not let these tremors die down

Like the horizon, where two infinites meet
The past seems within an arm's reach
The sailor always curious, never complacent
Often forgets that appearances can be deceiving
Rohit Goyal Jan 2019
Plentiful visions of gloom and sorrow
will still lurk in the air tomorrow
and so will lurk the tearless cries
from a million dried eyes

Has it (the hope) been lost?
Was it never really there?
Will they smile when the lights go out?
Will they look up at the dark sky and shout?

The void in the dull night sky
may very well be filled and soon,
but the one in their hearts will remain
the new genesis? "Let there be disdain"!

Will the skies show them the way?
deliver them, across the waters so cold?
or will they give up too soon?
on the song from the moon!
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