#squall
A soul wandering, on unknown path,
Got myself under the piled wrath.
Unknown I was of my own destruction skills,
Finding bliss was my aim, so I took no. Of pills.
All I wanted to accomplish my dreams,
So I covered up my mouth and ate up my anxiety screams.
Wanted to fly high, so I started to crawl,
I didnt knew I was crawling against the squall.
Threw away hard, I picked up my shards,
In dilemma I was, what to do next now ? I dont want my dreams, my wishes to be in graveyard.
Craving for yet another magical happening, moving forward on unknown path,
Unknown of my needs, dynamic was my nature ;
So I kept burdening with loaths.
Now when I look back, I know what I needed,
I allure the way I bridged and struggled.
The things I kept within me,
Searched like a wanderer.
©heeranshimishra
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
Squall comes in due to differences of pressure
Evolved by temperature,
But when it appears everything reformed to neutral
Calmness creates new ground for creation.
So they always tell that squall is required for creation
Because new creation evolved after destruction.
Let’s pray for squall
To wipe out the felony and annoyance
To prepare the ground for creation!
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
I wonder how I landed here ?
and that is for me to find out
-alone-
because nobody will tell
and maybe there is nobody to tell
but the ten 1000 branches of a giant tree
changing souls continually
maintaining thousand shells in turns
to lure the dold rums poetically
watching them swing from moon to sun
as if the same mariner sings all the time
to avoid the squall
including the one named the Bull's eye
who then would I be
why then should I be
my mind cannot tell
neither can this body
but a knowing only
which
I surrenders to
now
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
A scarecrow
Tired and pale
Rakes himself up
After the squall
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
I was born a bitter man squalling from the womb
with happiness discovered spryly I assumed
from wonders
beholding innate anguish
the urge aims to **** us with
what we cannot evade
from under
neath despair's sweet, sweet blanket
I ovulate
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
My spirit soars in the squall,
tempestuous wind howling my body away,
a frenetic ire known only to me, all-consuming.
Then comes peace, bluster departing.
I spin silently through troposphere,
feeling the sudden gravity as I plunge.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC