#sufferings
The bright light of the sun
falls on me.
The cool wind touches my skin,
while the shadow behind me is growing too light.
My body is becoming translucent.
Dust flowing with the wind is pricking my eyes,
but they are no longer tearing,
because my eyes are tired of crying.
The light grows brighter,
the wind is turning wild,
either the light will pass through me,
or I will lose myself in the storm.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC
I have been bitten too many times, now I am immune to your poison,
To leave and never come back, now I have all the reason.
Few words, few looks we exchanged
An unloved soul mistook them for love that never existed.
Fake promises and flattering words my eyes did observe,
But to a lonely man in a lethal world, it felt as love.
Every flower in a tree doesn't give a fruit,
And our love was never meant to bloom.
To escape solitude and for longing love,
I traveled this far now I go back with memories filled with scars.
For a love that only existed in my mind,
To escape these illusions, true love I shall try to find.
Just like the night sky slowly turns into a brighter day,
In my life, it turned into a darker night and stayed like that forever.
To live a life in silence or
To live a life with scars,
I don’t know either I chose-joy is something I will never know.
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 9:50 AM UTC
I never could have guessed it,
that addiction would swollow me.
This rabbit hole I've fallen down,
is so **** dark now I can't see.
I want help.
I know that I do,
I make myself sick because,
addiction made them take my kids.
Yet still I sit alone,
getting high
all by myself.
Looking at my future,
now placed high upon a shelf.
I can no longer reach it,
it's getting higher up the wall.
Or maybe it isn't the shelf that moved,
perhaps its
I
that
began
to
fall?
This addiction keeps pulling me down,
I sink deeper every minute.
I wish I knew how to climb back out,
I wish I wasn't lost in it.
I wish I'd never started down,
the path that lead me here.
But who is it I would be now,
without the past 6 years?
Id be a different person.
Clean?
maybe or maybe not.
But the past 7 years have changed me,
I for sure have learned alot.
Nov 3, 2023
Nov 3, 2023 at 12:28 PM UTC
Happiness is temporary
Pain is eternal
Nothing is real, all it do just to fade away at some point
But none of those good things stay, except the one:
Pain
Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 5:47 AM UTC
Generating noises and worries
In a moment of recess while restless
There, heaves in sight of a wish
to have some sort of magic
spells to make your pain and sufferings vanish
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC
We walked 500 kilometres,
We are not marathon runners,
We ran only for food and family.
The walk was long,
But our minds were strong,
Hunger came along.
Hunger put us to faint;
Public watched us like saint,
We were treated as a quaint.
The going got tough;
Our foot became rough,
We felt the tiring walk was enough.
Tears poured in our heart,
Disease ripped the whole world apart,
But humankind was selfish and smart.
Public and rulers slept,
We remained helpless and wept,
Banks disturbed us with debt.
Fishes in the sea cry,
The eaters put it to fry,
Our hunger cries were buried,
Towards our homes we hurried.
Frogs rested in the shadow of a snake,
Hunger tested us during this corona quake.
Corona turned a manhunt tiger,
Killed us with its sharp tooth of hunger,
Our hearts filled with demonic anger,
Hunger kept disturbing us longer.
Our corpses were a useless exhibition,
Media wolves framed our deaths a suicide,
We had no place to reside,
Train tracks became our new home inside.
Our hunger and pains remain unheard
Ruthless rulers find our sufferings awkward
Our hunger creates leaders and robbers,
Rulers filled our society with backstabbers,
We will emerge as leaders and food feeders,
The globe will become our followers and readers.
To all living beings we will feed,
To our future generations we will become a seed,
If hunger kills a human like a crop-killing ****
Our hands will destroy the humanimals with greed.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
Hell with Manu! Manu go to hell!
The wrath of your interpretation,
Put us under an inhuman subjugation.
You turned a group,
Dictators of a merciless culture,
Transformed us worse,
Than a scavenging vulture.
You gifted us the psychology of the worst slaves,
And robbed our culture, worship and God,
Who is there to get us out from these graves?
For centuries till now continue our struggle,
We are forced to live with worst strangles
In the poisonous jungle,
We the humans treated much worse,
Than dogs insects and poo eating pig,
Our scars wounds and blows,
Still remain untouchable and big.
Poisonous **** declared the crops untouchable,
Proclaimed itself the most unconquerable,
Less than a second it takes,
To **** the poisonous weeds with a cutter,
Throw them into the useless gutter.
Landlords, who rule the land and hill,
Put the lives of untouchable crops to a standstill,
Multiplied the existence of poisonous ****
At the expense of the healthy crop seed.
Our journey in the doors of
Movements, struggle and legal
Was quite a win,
That proved out to be absolutely lethal.
We won successfully in the battle of right,
Till the end of the topmost administrative fight,
We lost to erase your caste ridden thought,
That is useless rigid and tight.
With your caste names,
You remind and hurt us, with useless exhibition
In hearts, we created die hard flames,
To take up the long term ambitions,
And get us out from these addicted inhibitions.
From mother's womb to a cemetery,
We have a same human life,
But when it comes to temple sanctum,
You **** us with a political double edged knife.
We built the temples,
You played a gamble and created troubles,
Pushed us to convert,
Got our identities to subvert.
World belongs to everyone,
Our life does not hold value.
Nature belongs to everyone,
We do not have access to water by Vedas virtue.
God is equal to everyone,
But we are restricted entry, as an oppressed queue.
There is no use to argue,
Of course it is untrue,
Let's put ourselves to the rescue.
What's next? What's next?
Let's create a new humanity societal text,
Let's create for ourselves new religions,
Let's begin to reach out to the next generation,
Work with them to build new revolution.
Let's create a new religion,
In nooks and corners, all areas, rural and urban,
That treats humans as humans,
And give life to the humanity slogan.
Change the rules! Yeah change the rules!
Throw into gutters all these useless fools,
For human lives, there can be nothing to tally,
Human life remains invaluable and holy
Being human is my true breed,
Crows and cuckoo belong to our creed,
Mountains and sea belong to our human group
Be proud, you will belong to this peaceful troop.
Let us get up, where we fell
And put this curse to the hell.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
I see pain in the child's eyes
Screaming silently with his mind
As he close his mouth containing his sorrow;
In his back, he carries his dead brother
Traveling miles from the danger of men and guns
Running away with little energy for the sake of safety
Looking at him
A river of sorrow flows in him;
With a gentle kiss of goodbye, a lifeless body descended
To the soil resting from the agonizing war
Through so much sorrow overwhelming his soul
This child's legs collapsed and touched the ground
Where river of tears never fell
But only blood from his lips dripped down
He bit his tongue to ease the unbearable pain within
As he stare blankly to the soil not minding the taste of blood
For he knew, his brother's body is now one with the Earth;
Then with little determination
He left, in his head held up
And with the sorrow of lost in his heart.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
Dear Reader,
Ever lost a loved one?
As a poet, I feel death must be a celebration.
The end of all the earthly sufferings, Right?
Have you ever felt happy for those who died!
We all die one day
Everyone we love will disappear in the same way
We humans, don't train ourselves, let's say
On how to deal with the death's play
Erase all the love, the memories before dawn
So that it won't hurt when they're really gone
Is that even possible for us to do?
Death is so painful & sad, yes it's true,
Even we can't escape from it, it's nothing new!
Death will beat us black and blue.
Cry and cry
Wish your loved one, a goodbye
Tell them, you'll see them when you die
Ask them to shine like a star in the sky
Cry, till the tears left for them are none
So that it won't hurt you in the long run
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
Sure, it may be like death;
this agonizing, vicious pain.
But you can decide to end it in two particular ways;
either you allow the torment to destroy you merciless,
or shape you into a person deadlier than before.
There is a probability where you might succumb to madness,
but that is something inevitable.
Does it matter?
Madness favors you by casting a shadow over your own vulnerability.
Something more than you can ever ask for.
— Y.H.
delirium,
gentle fervor.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
You are in my eyes, you are in my mind
But where my love I lost let me try to find
Henceforth you are mine let me remind
It is miracle of love which makes us refined
I am all around you when you surround me
I am just a drop of water, you are a green sea
When we embrace in trance our souls feel free
Love is like a spring beauty is a humming bee
Let us be like birds let us borrow the wings
Let us play love tunes on real beauty strings
Please be more liberal understand my feelings
Life is a torture we have to take the sufferings
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
You're too cruel
I wish you'd just tell me
That you've grown to hate me
That I'm no longer worth your time
That I'd have to live without you
From now on
Instead of the sleepless nights I spend
Trying to figure out what I did
Trying to remember where things went wrong
Trying to understand why you left
Without a word
You're too cruel
How can you disappear
Without any goodbye?
You're too cruel
How can you leave me
Looking at the places we've been
Remembering the things we've seen
Listening to the songs we've loved
With an ever-growing hole inside
You're too cruel
Aren't you going to say goodbye?
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC
You’re all messed up inside,
You know, but they don’t
You try to fit in to their standards
Of what is and what is not acceptable
Outside, nothing but just another normal person
Inside, messed up in so many ways
You try to tell yourself that you can do it
If you wanted, you could fit in
And no one has to know
But you know it
Even if you try to hide it
You can fool them
But not yourself
In the end, you know it
You tell them you’re okay
When every night you think
Of a hundred different ways to die
And say, “I’m okay.”
And say, “This is normal.”
Because no one has to know
That when you wait for the train
You look at the tracks and think about jumping
At the last second, as the train pulls over
And you smile for them
Because they wouldn’t understand
That when you say that you are not fine
You don’t mean that you feel sick
Because the sickness you feel is not something
That can be seen on the outside
And again you say you are fine
When talking to friends
Who have long stopped caring
About whether your “I’m fine” is real
Or whether it is just another
Lie you tell them
So they can feel better about themselves
And you say, “I’m fine”
Because you don’t want to see their faces
Look at you as if you are something
That they need to fix
Just another puzzle to solve
And you say, “I’m fine”
Because you don’t want to hear them
Tell you that you are wrong
To feel pained when someone else
On the other side of the world
Is experiencing something much worse
That you do not have the right
To cry about your own sufferings
Because they are not like
The sufferings of grief-stricken, war-torn people
And you say, “I’m fine”
Because you don’t want them to feel
Like it’s their fault
Even though every night
You think about how much of a liar you are
Pretending to be normal
You tell yourself “You don’t belong with them”
And wait for someone to tell you
Wait for someone to notice
That you are not fine
You must be doing a good job
Of pretending to be normal
Since no one has asked you
No one has doubted your lie
So far
Maybe they have stopped caring
A long time ago
Maybe you have started to believe
Your own lies,
After all
How do you even begin
To let them understand
Something you don’t even understand
How do you even explain
What hurts you
And how it hurts you
When it's all inside your head
When there’s nothing but tears to show for it
You tell yourself “You’re fine”
Because when you tried to reach out
They told you to cheer up
To stop being so sad
That some people have it worse
Like it’s that simple
Like you haven’t tried
To repeat to yourself every night:
“Stop crying.”
“Some people have it worse.”
Tell yourself “I’m fine”
Maybe this time you’ll believe it too
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
Under the fists of steel
I wonder
If we’ll flutter
Like butterflies
Trapped under the steel thumb
Of the man who vowed to save us
Like Pavlov’s dog
Would the butterflies
Grow steel wings
Just so that they could survive?
Under the fists of steel
I wonder
If we’ll cower
Like an apprehended child
Afraid
Of a sin we did not commit
Would it be right
To call blind disobedience
Democracy?
A placebo effect
From our fears and doubts
The butterflies,
Despite the burden
Of the additional weight,
See the steel wings
As a cure
Because instead of
The scream-filled halls
We heard silence,
Ordered by the man
Who dared to say he’d save us,
And called it peace
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
Grinning scars of the wound,
carved in my flesh ,
Laughing long since the fall ,
By the edges of the crest,
not the burst of the rage,
nor the tears down the cheek ,
Little me down the curves
may not be what they seek ,
They are laughing they are yelling,
they are out to build a frame ,
Of the courage to let them laugh,
And moan out the pain,
From a old dent on the bump,
That's been smiling from a while ,
And trying to fade off the skin,
laughing a lopsided cry ,
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
I stood alone on a path.
Looking around
the place was dark.
Confused
Quite scared
I kept on walking.
My feet was leading me
at the end of the path.
There was a room
huge and satisfying.
Entering
there were bags of golds.
People
Buildings
Animals
all were beautiful.
No signs of worries.
Seemed every thing was good.
The feeling was pleasant.
As I walked around
I heard noises.
Cries of babies
Moaning
Yells
Growls
and even the beats of a heart.
The other room-
there was another room.
I searched.
Following the noise
it lead me into a room
filled with sufferings
and questions.
People were thirst
of many things.
Observing in the room
I felt sadness.
A tear rolled down
on my cheek
then I woke up.
It was a dream.
Outside, I took a walk.
Observing
Thinking
people around me.
I knew to myself
that it was not just
a dream.
It was reality,
where people
walk on path
and find themselves
either in a room full
of beauties
or
in the other room.
-Steph Dionisio, July 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
To the past I dwell
These past few days I haven't been feeling well
I hope you're doing fine
cause even though ever since I fell
I'm the one suffering in this one heck of a hell
I still want you to be at peace and in complete harmony
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
I supported you
Cause no body supported me
I believed in you
Cause no one believed in me
I cared for you
Cause none took care of me
I have loved you
Cause not a single soul gave any to me
I guess
I see myself in you
And I just want to fill those empty spaces
Because I don't want you
To feel the pain I do
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
What is this madness?
I don't feel like a princess
it's more like a damsel in distress
My whole being is aflame
Who is to blame
They drive me crazy
They make me go insane
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
I have no choice ,but To admit willingly and greatly that My pains and my sufferings are masters that Wake me up By day and by night ... I have learnt lessons from my pains and from sufferings Simply because I am playing with this life Around us uncaring ... I feel painfully ,but I am totally handcuffed ... I am surrounded with a lot of ugly pains and with A lot of rude sufferings that crack my realm Anytime,anywhere,and everywhere .............. _______________________________________________________________
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 7:28 AM UTC
Saturday Stings,
And all the lonely memories it brings,
Sundays Sufferings,
Slowly eating me up, expiered enduring,
Monday Moans,
Becoming motionless as silent stones,
Tuesday Tears,
Swept away by a sea of sobs,
Wednesday Worries,
Filling my mind overthought stories,
Thursday Thoughts,
Healing through our rewind past talks,
Friday Flashbacks,
Surviving on those life hacks,
_____________
Week after Week,
This continuously ongoing cycle,
I endlessly seek,
The day we once again meet.
~A.d | 12 Jan 2015
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
I don’t have love for my life
even a bit –––
But I’m afraid of suicide.
Oh! DEATH come to me.
Take me to you.
And pull me into the endless dark.
And set me free forever.
From the pain I always suffer.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
My predicaments, I can swallow.
Others sufferings, I cannot bear to leave hollow.
Behold, the joy held within a small meadow.
To you, I wish to rejoice and endow.
May the undesired disappear and not follow.
Any misfortune near you I will not allow.
Within that soul, blooming joy, no sorrow.
Lose no hope, thus there'll be a tomorrow.
Lose no hope, thus, there'll be a tomorrow.
~A.d | 10 Oct 2014
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC