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Kanak Kashyup May 2018
From first desolation to last agony
Whole life with conflicted ceremony
Doubt became the hardest chain
Suffocating the precious tied crony

The wonder of thoughts along the word
Distrust and misguiding gave birth to nerd
Doubt blocks the million ways to knock
By leaving the never filled voids in heart

The castle of dreams, palace of fantasy
Embedded with the feelings of ecstasy
Doubt the cruel again vanished the route
Blocking the turnstile left in state of leprosy
Some doubts **** the precious relations and left with emptiness.
Barren darkness
Lone trees
I talk

Sloping hills
Wild Heather
I climb

Golden hue
Drizzling Clouds
I jump

Desolate Moors
Reddish brown eyes
I miss

Bubbling cauldron
Cyclic kisses
I love

Delightful surprises!
...
Hot summer
Pine trees dancing
As dust impromptu rain
Dropping
Beautifying tonic
Trees in love
So am I ...
I wish that I could sleep
to wander through my dreams
to sift through thoughts of pure intent
to ride unconscious seams

I wish that I could see
through the mist to the other side
where life's escape awaits us
where spirit will reside

I wish that I could vanquish
the hatred that burns so deep
for those who drive my conscious thoughts
to wishing they could sleep
oldie - slight revision
  May 2018 Kanak Kashyup
Hannah Marr
It is coming
My cataclysm
I am being watched, but there's no one there
I keep waking up when I'm not asleep
The lasts whispers of my dreams
Are the skeletal remains of a macabre nightmare
I am so tired, but I cannot sleep
What is the difference between dreams and reality?
I can no longer tell if I am asleep or awake
I fear the night
I live in terror of my own mind
...
I'd rather stay awake anyway

h.f.m.
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