Beautiful Misery

Hang in there Little explosive Your mind is your master Your heart, your creator   Give the wind, space to settle The breeze may extinguish your flame But the Sun always believes in revival A chance to ignite, Again   The sea writhes as the fire dips in her Travels with the shade of her…

Sane madness

Little unfriendly moments Reminding you, “We’re all back to dust” Forget the rest, your own body is not worth Comforting it, fulfilling the lust “I rather hit the grave, than hit the bed” Then I wouldn’t have to cry myself to sleep Probably then, He’d lessen my heap Or I might just have to carry…

Mind if not.

Mind the unbreakable waves of knowledge Mind not the vulnerable shivers of doubt Mind the immense value of experiencing Mind not the timid fear of loss Mind the bruising memories of power Mind not the powerless impact of beings Mind the opportunity of creating life Mind not the insecurity of losing one.

Wishful

I may not be there to witness  Your reality,  I may be bound by the brokenness  To alert my piety, At the end all my soul requires  Is peace to it and it’s past  Wishing ahead from the pyres  Hoping to demerit the one not to last. 

Wake up!

Precious little soul, This too will pass. Just hold onto your whole.   Violent delusions. Breezy truths. Ripping each of the visions.   Awaiting in a million minds, Unflinching every fear. Trusting deliberately to those blinds Withholding every tear.   Let your hope burst  If that’s what makes you stronger Live for your heart first…

The Listener.

Let what muses you Be your destiny Let the unknown hue Wash the misery Of unhealed scars And scattered pain Withholding the farce, Unwilling to drain. If all they look for are Priceless souls Wait for the one at par To overshoot your goals You require a complete  YOU, to fill in the spaces Of…

Unearth.

There emerges so much more On the outside, Once the grave of the hopeless Is shut hard in the harness There can never be an  Overpower Until the feeble is given a chance To enthrall you deep and lower Waging for your worth  Is utter trash For living in your own skin Can hold you,…

Lane of bane.

Bearing anguish deep within Soothes the arc in grace Awakening life as a bliss For everything is but a haze Reuniting, retrieving Leaving behind a brand Each season in its glory Overflowing the barren land Remarking as useless and A trash to the soul Blindfolding the truth, Angst can make you whole Pain darker than…

Bitter truth

Yes, you’re not alone Yet you strive on your own Yes, you have the world Yet you alone know your mourn To fall and plead is naivety, Believing and trusting To pave ground amidst the gritty Unfailing, perceiving Only do the waves know A storm’s wrath Only does the soul know It’s destined path Life…

Realization struck

Open mind Open heart Open book Always the dart Distinctions unknown Second thoughts consulted After the war Like sense imprinted Not long before Chaos puts up Oceans overflow Emptying the cup Thus, realization struck Growth up-stern At the end all that’s left Is to learn

SHE

She was alone She didn’t mind She knew she had him All the time The world mocked her The world called her cheap The world didn’t matter For he was her gold heap Stabbed brutally several times The same soul with a million knives She lost faith in everything around She had him and they…

Change is healthy

Kill the old entity Rejoice the new being Embrace the facility Of the right that you are seeing How can you move ahead If the dead still haunts you How can you sort in your head When the past is yet the clue To who you were And who you’d never be But here you…