A painful memory is an ache forever,
In this ache my heart had to quiver
A world of peace I dreamt since ever,
I peep in past but stepped back never.
Survived in uncertainty, I chose to live,
Life's not to take, but so much to give.
Don't know, how long I want to survive,
However sin done on me, I must forgive.
In pain of loss I will live in a numbness,
In my ache, I'm dying of sun's darkness,
The burns I see in it, same as cruelness,
Of pity on the disability of my kindness.
Life of the one winged angels in dearth,
Is no less than the lost of souls on earth,
Ache of loss is same for lovers and both
The mother and dead child in her hearth.
The autumn of grieving leaves in silence,
They flutter in air to tell their presence,
But yellowness indicates the senescence,
Fall isn't a perception of death's presence.
I writhe in pain my poems speak now,
To this art I leave my honorable bow,
Let life have only the sorrows to show,
I'll make my hopeful smiles I'll borrow.
Unwell in mind, all shaken brain,
All my life I proved myself sane,
I'll want to die and may I'll maim,
But no more till I live, I'll be same.
I tried self-harm so far in depression,
Tired of a life in infinite suppression.
Bruised skin will leave it's impression,
Bleeding inside and dead in congestion.
My heart is limp and flaccid in pain,
My eyes seen the sorrow start to rain,
A life emerged from the sea of maim
I'm rotting inside but not the life chain.
Some wounds can't be healed or it just takes longer than we live.
