Stained Page

Stained Page Sep 2015

I am stuck
stuck in this trance
everything seems so real
is this my life’s deal

it seems so vivid
waking up the placid
now I am wishing
now I am pleading

that this has no ending

it feels eternity
stretched into infinity
I kept my eyes shut
shut to the world outside
out of this lovely trance

but something came
like a giant wave crashing
washing everything
brushing all away

struck by the wave
my eyes came open
and saw what is broken

now untangled
now unchained

bringing my psyche back

back to sane

oh it is just the fate’s game

taking all my claim

reality reverie fate poem

Stained Page Sep 2015

Odd

I’ve been here
I’ve been there
Still, I am searching
Searching for nowhere

I looked at them
Thinking, to whom should I go
With whom shall I be
Do I belong?

I adore this
I admire that
But things that I am fond
They never tried to hunt

Indifferent, that’s what I feel
Is it just me? Or absolutely?
All I know is..
I am not supposed to here

wrote this poem a year ago

Stained Page Sep 2015

Speak

Speak it out
For they might burst
Say those words
And relieve the thirst

It’s hard to leave words unsaid
So here I am, will make them all said
Will ease all the tightness that had been made
And they’ll all be laid

May this journal be my friend
For this fountain of thoughts will never end

Never been void
Never will be hoard

And may all that I’ll say
will matter and stay

thoughts journal poem

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