Stars slithered on the scars so smooth
I was not able to realise
Are they shining or are they burning?
**Pain demands to be felt**
Had the tear perceived its trail
Through which he slithered so gallant
Or else why is it , that I have seen the strongest ones cry
Had the agony dressed its detention
The way it swoops inside a naive child
Or else why is it, I have heard the little girl weep?
Had the oblivion ever touched its reach
The way it thunders the state of mind
Or else why is it, I have felt the aching thousand tales?
Had the pain unraveled its contentment
The way it hugs the grave to soothen its soul
Or else why is it, I have laughed every time I was screaming from inside?
Catch the fireflies as they fly, they said
Never did I realise, I crushed their spark.
Don't fear the nights, stay strong they said
Never did I realise, I wasn't worthy of the dark.
He never planned the cascading of his own emotions. Drenched in pain, but oh, what a warrior he was..
Finding it sorrowful, he bottled his feelings up and smiled his way out.
My being and stars
The moon, my scars
My touch, the night
The sky, inside
My word, the streets
The wind, my breeze.
The colors, the buzz
The twinkle, and us
The trees, their dance
My thoughts, they prance
The play, the chase
My grin, your face.
My hum, the bloom
The water, my gloom
Your melody, this life
This world, the strive
My love, your voice
The crave "un-suffice".
To slumber, are the words really stumbling upon?
Or are they blazing the poor self in obsession of sparkling refulgent.
To flow, is the blood really impassioned for?
Or is it delusional about the limits of its actuality.
To wander, is the mind craving each night?
Or is it eager to explode it's horizons aloud.
To pump, is the heart relentlessly struggling for?
Or is it thumping fiercely the pitch of dauntlessness
To exist, is what the spirit is stuck in ?
Or is it in an endeavour to shake the being .
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THE TROPHY IS THE THRONE...
For the sake of the burning cries
The warrior within revolts in fierce silence
Words though proudly say
Through the fire lies the throne
Contrary is the fact
Fire glazes the soul and it burns
Gets devastated and gives light
Phoenix weeps in grief
Mystically the pearls wipe away the hurt
Sudden numbness smoothly swims inside
Ignites the fire, denies the pain
Though they hurt and scratch slow
Makes one scream with such gentle hugs
A drug, an addiction they should be
For the trophy is the throne.
Glory: the untold story
Calender swept the dates generously
The trees danced to the mourning of a lost one
Windows felt the aching sorrow
And the walls heard the longing cries
Sky sobbed the pain and blood
The earth soaked the old rejoice
Long gone were the giggles and smiles
Long gone was the warmth inside
Cold gust flew in the hearts
Took away the pain and scars
She kept on gazing the untruly true
One day her son would hold her again
The walls of glory in the army's camp
Though holds his name so strong
Mother keeps on staring in the hope
"I'm sure he isn't gone".
Oh dear the merciful one
The pain isn't so bearable
The son waits that she comes up
Mother waits that he comes down.
THE EFFECTUAL OF DEATH
The irking tumult of the clock
Degrades to a coo and finally silence
Verve transfixes in the throat
Eyes struggle hard to stay open
For the perception loses vivacity
Comfort confuses ; limps away and turns back
The harsh reality draped in a hope to exist a little longer
The flash of the trail pampers vision and walks away
Emotions fade in and away in the same second
The concern of the existence gets a hike suddenly
God never comes, terror sure do
Trepidation teaches the hunger of relations
The effectual of death packs away the agony and the pain
Leaves one stuck in adventure of being alive and wait for it again.
My daughter aged 40
The more I think about her the more my words lack confidence. The words pity themselves for not being able to reach what my "daughter aged 40" is. Fun fact- I'm 17!! The title suggests what my mother is for me.
I haven't pampered anyone more than I have pampered my mother. And she deserves it all. It wasn't always like this. In my good memory, I was the one who was taken care of, who was pampered with all the affection. But then as I grew up, I realized that the way she glued me to herself and armored me and glided me through all the catastrophic episodes, I realized that it's her time to take a break. To live life on her own terms.
My mother isn't the most idealistic...
THINGS I NEVER SAID.
Those inmost eyes she have
Sitting and dancing in the melody of her life
I crave to join them in perceiving her perception.
Her tender but intrepid taper fingers
Heroic to break down a tyranny in a moment's swift
I crave to touch them and gush in the softness they have.
Her deep-seated thoughts , so strong and solemn
I crave to hear them drown in the aloof deepness they have
Her gorgeous existence
And the grace my life has because of her
I crave to crave her till infinity finds an end.
Menacing smirk on a palate served
A galze of terror and agony dressed
There in the corner this lifeless child
Gulps of horror plunged in his eyes
A gun so colossal sits proud in front
In the alley, Satan on the march
The wind that blows caress the child
Hoping to take him away
From this Oh so dreadful situation
The wind as destitute of power as the child
Sun tries to peek through the window
To steal one glare and ensure his being
Look at the misery now, the dark ; Satan's pet
Has cloaked the child so effortlessly
Trepidation takes away the voice of child
And the vision is long gone
Satan is close with greed in eyes
And a knife in hands
Petrified child now turns s...
For once, let me dance with your attention and explore your inmost eyes,
For once let me be the person on whom you place your glare upon,
For once let me feel your sparkling aura,
For once let me stop the time and stay there forever.
The cure, the cause
Contention happen, and it may not, it may
The sentiments clash and actions too
Should I be clear when I say
Some emotions are not always true.
Even the gust blows wild and serene at random
And the moon decides how much to glow
Can't it happen that things go wild
In the chase of "I won't let you go?"
Trepidation there is and will always be
Of losing things and people who count
Deciding the priority between cure and cause
Accepting the fault and the domain that surround.
The striking realities, draped in lies
And the insatiable hunger for the things that don't even matter
Are we dead? Or are we lost?
In the greed or maybe in life.
Crevices that exists
Not so open, not so healed
You come closer
They start burning
Those wonderful prejudices
You have in your comprehension
You utter them loud
They start burning
The arresting eyes
And the hatred I have
With myself for loving them
With you for having them
You see through my frame
They start burning
Your name apprehends
Grasps my body
Grasps my heart and mind
My phone flashes your name
They start burning.
Teared me apart,
And cursed my emotions
You wear it around
They start burning
** MYTH-WARS **
Contradictions in the fervor
Of the ego and the soul...
The dilemma of both being wrong
And right at the same time...
The adverse descion of trusting both perfectly in sync...
The painful acceptance of the outcomes unjust...
The gliding through the trail sometimes soothing and not...
Battle with the heart to be won at all cost...
The chasing of the soul even when the ego is lost...
Walking through the taunts and the doubts that surround...
Fighting through the nights and sullen ego inbound...
Trusting in you and the soul screaming inside...
Victory through the myths
And the brilliance so bright...
Its difficult to recall when exactly my world took a transition from gulping down ice cubes to swallowing faliure. From accepting the fact about superman's underwear to accepting rejections. We've all been there, haven't we? And we are all here as well. But I am very convinced about a thing. All this happened for good. Life till now was very uncertain, anything emerged out of anything. Did something different, felt something different and ended up with results extremely outrageous and out of the leauge. Results were not always pleasing. So should it affect us? Allow me to say, It should affect us. Its necessary to face the unpleasent days. Because its not the jolly day that make you strong,...
Euphony among noise
Episodes are limited, when her innerself was heard speaking
Fortunate listeners are limited too.
That sugar-coated voice, gallant enough to pierce through the crowd, palliative enough to heal the ears, solemn enough to lead the world.
Never was I able to treasure to that voice, never was it supposed to be treasured
In the cacophony this world offered me
She gifted me her honeyed voice
In the noise this world offered me
She gifted me the euphony of her light.
At the end, it all comes down to doing
things right for yourself. Craving light
and getting out of the hardships.
Though hardships never end,
But working our way through them
brings utmost satisfaction.
I discovered, all that matters
Is finding yourself in the chaos
And giving life a new meaning.
Once you do that,
You will have all the clues to guide you
A new headstart
A new reason to live for
A new zenith to touch
A new contradiction
A new courage to fight it
A new meaning, a ...
Something is wrong
It's choking the nerves: a narcotic gulp coated with necter.
Every decorous being enamoured of abstract vouge
In the Cimmerian haunt, they crave never ending darkness not light.
A trail with no objective is now the smoothest path
Endlessly retracing the same old deeds, one keeps going.
Very few break through the cage but most lack the courage.
Earth is terrified, weapons fearless
Women are terrified, demons fearless
Something is wrong
It's choking the nerves
Weapons are noble , they aid the earth
Kills the traitor who betrayed his existence
The violet hue is getting darker
In no time night would soar high
Search for the light in you and day
It's not too l...
Somewhere stuck in between the trepidation and audacity. In between the sullen nights and peaceful days, I gifted myself a gorgeous harmony which pushes me more to touch the zenith.
My turbulent hallucinations manage to invade my intellect smoothly.
Make me drown more, make me shine bright, make me fly high.
How self-effacing is she! Owns the lion's share of flair, yet sordids herself to give someone hope.
How pacific is she! Can sail through the hardest times effortlessly.
How placid is she! Her excellence never even gets to her head. I wonder does she even know?
How elegant is she! With all the glamour world can afford, she still searches for beauty around her not within.
How naive is she! Can quell the brightest light easily, still adores the stars and talk with them .
How brilliant is she! Has bulk of the highest attainable qualities, still fights hard to prove herself.
How perfect is she! No words can match what she is, still here I am with 'she' in my memory and a pen in ha...