Category: Poetry

The candles shine in the dark,
They dim the stars behind,
I try to warm myself,
In its measly warmth.

My feet feel numb,
And my legs feel tired.
My arms are unraveling,
Under the strain of everything.

I can feel my blood,
Valiantly trying to warm me,
My heart beats rapidly,
Still no warmth in my fingertips.

My consciousness,
It is rapidly fading,
The void, dark and menacing,
Yet gentle and benign, calls out.

I close my eyes,
Sure I will never open them,
Ever again.
Ever again.

My mind goes blank,
And I find myself,
In a suspended limbo,
All gray, nothing stands out.

Such a boring world it is!
How am I to spend,
My afterlife here?
This eternal emptiness.

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Now I can see,
With the enormity of,
What I have to go through,
How ephemeral life really is!

Transience,
It suits me just fine.
Non-existence is better,
Than what I am experiencing.

Humans do not realize,
How menacing emptiness,
And nothingness,
And many others are.

Nothingness and emptiness.
They are dangerous,
More dangerous than chaos,
Scarier than that cold night.

I must have spent an eternity here,
Ere I wondered of my family, my friends.
They must have gotten old, and even died.
My body must have found, frozen.

I close my eyes,
Against the excruciating pain,
The pain caused by the burden of time.
“Sleep come to me” I beckon.

But it never does.
It never will.
I have a functioning brain,
But nothing to occupy it for long.

Goodbye,
I will not occupy you for long,
It will be impolite,
Now go, run away.

Before I finally,
Make eternity bearable.
“How?” You ask.
Losing my conscience.

Aug 05, 2018

A whimsical thought,
Changing into a determined stature,
Putting all behind,
I went on towards.

A swirl of clouds,
A flux of faces,
The change of wind,
And that of water.

A shattered expectation,
And a rekindled hope,
“Adjusting is a chore,
A chore I am willing to do.”

Thoughts of words,
Dance within me,
As I look through my eyes,
And see the beauty.

The cacophony and the euphony,
All mixing up in coherence,
Forming a combo unlike any others,
Have me caught inside it.

July 11, 2018

Sticky red eyes,
Slow and sluggish brain,
Sleep beckons me,
Dreams welcome me.

The world blinks away,
My head falls down.
Just then: I hear a raised voice,
My eyes open,
avoiding a hit on the table.

I stare at the table,
Sighing, resign myself to study,
The teacher drones on,
I keep listening, sleepily.

May 03, 2018

Lost in my mind, I am swarmed by my thoughts,
Little floating beauties, filling up my senses,
The tornado of bubbles, all look like dots,
Melancholy and sadness, all I need are defenses,
Death and darkness taunt me, light joins them; a betrayal,
Hope abandons me, I am full with everything else,
The home is a house, the eternal threshold a portrayal,
The lowest of the low, the tangibility melts.

A spark flies, the glow of a smoldering match,
It lights up the dead leaves, at home inside me,
“Ah!” I spoke, “life reignited; without a scratch”,
The soul emboldened, the life filled with glee,
The craving for connection, reality has hatched,
I live on, having bequeathed myself to the elements,
Love and joy in the darkest corner, hate is just a patch,
It is all just tenacity, survival has no sentiments.

April 16, 2018

All the books have an ending,
A happy one, like the movies,
But life, isn’t it a stage?
A tragic one, full of melancholy.

All endings aren’t happy,
The real life it is, face it.
It is cruel, unpredictable, faceless,
Full of bitter truth and sweet lies.

Then comes our death, an augury,
The roles complete, the curtains closed,
With inescapable jaws comes,
The unfamiliar bliss of nothingness.

What starts with a kick
And ends with a sigh,
Which makes the world laugh,
And, the joke, it is life.

Feb 02, 2018