Then there are days like these
When even I would sit at least 6 feet away
From myself!
What a mess
Dark, mouldy, rotten
Catastrophic blob of a mess!
Head hung low, I silently walk through the woods
Voices screaming into the vast depths of my burning soul
"You are dead, a mere carcass wandering through abyss"
I scream, in my dreams, as loud as I can
A mute volcano, beautiful from a distance
As if spreading marigold petals into the sky
While on the inside, demons crawl up my spine
Tearing my heart apart, gulping down every ounce of life
Magma flows through the veins, while my eyes light up with amber
They behold a silent ocean, while I tremble in pain
The voices never stop, I know they won't
For they are etched into my soul
They are my close aides, my constant companions
They keep me awake at nights, when the world sleeps
They caress me to sleep, when its unbearable to face the world
Then there are days like these
When my wounds howl into the night sky
Scared of me!
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Not the usual say 'Hi' and gossip one's way to her heart type
She can see through that uncanny facade of yours
Those twinkling eyes peek right into your soul, unearthing deepest secrets
She laughs not at your double meaning jokes
But at the trembling humanity you drag along through life
She keeps you at bay, not because of the stinking intentions you conceal beneath
But due to her own golden cage that doesn't let her fly high into the sky
She lets you judge everything about her, not because she doesn't care
But due to the fact that she understands that you can't do any better
She is all you can dream of
And yet nothing you deserve!
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I am not afraid of losing material things in life
It wasn't easy when emotions were being snatched away, one trauma at a time
The sea has been serene and peaceful since, at least for some part...
For the most part of it, those watery eyes have scared me
I have turned away and left, forever
Instead of offering a shoulder to cry upon
For the most part of it, those strong bonds have scared me
I have snapped and ruined relations
Instead of tending to open wounds
For the most part of it, those happy faces have scared me
I have buried my face deep into my heart
Instead of laughing my heart out
For the most part of it, those warm hands have scared me
I have held my hands back, tucked deep into pockets
Instead of intertwining my fingers
For the most part of it, those squeezy comforting hugs have scared me
I have receded back into my shell
Instead of feeling that heartbeat
On the surface, the waves seem to be quiet
Inside, there has been a storm brimming...
However, for the most part, I didn't know!
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That one element of doubt which makes you wander deep into the woods
In search of a single ray of clarity piercing through the dense grey clouds
Is your own heart trying to keep the soul safe from darkness looming all around
Little does it know, a soul never wanders aimlessly through the wilderness
It is rather on an unflinching journey towards the destination
Bending the reality in mysterious ways to make the voyage possible...-
If it is about creative writing, no one can spill blue on paper without scraping some red off their soul in lieu of words.
It is an offering one has to agree to, an inevitable barter!
The more you write, the more your soul is exposed to extremities of the world. With time, numbness replaces palpitations, and a straight face displaces the twitches...
The twinkling of stars, after all, is a mere by-product of the inferno they hold within!-
It is difficult, sometimes, to wrap your head around blatant stupidity and yet keep your ethics intact
Sometimes it helps to let go of macros lens, and look at the bigger picture
To understand, what matters
And what doesn't!-
The light you radiate might not always be yours
Let it not coerce you into believing that your shine got lost
The one whose light is shining upon you tonight, might've gotten it from someone else
We all are suns and moons in some sense
Celestial beings bound by gravity
Traveling into nothingness
And yet,
Sharing light
Shining bright!
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Power is overrated...
If you believe you are powerful, wait till you find the eyes which see beyond your fragile mask
The facade will start to melt, giving away the wounds concealed beneath layers and layers of character built to fool the world into believing you are better
The mirror starts to show the cracks you forgot ever existed
Eventually you are left with the one who started it all, the pure unaltered YOU!
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Undulations always scare
Whether of the unknown path ahead
Or of the deep rooted memories that shape you
They give you purpose too
To work your way around various crests and troughs
To keep the strong face intact, and the mask unfrisked
They give you sleepless nights
And zombied days
But, undulations develop character...!
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When it's about choosing between the people you care for and the values you hold close to you like your existence, what do you end up doing?
Hurting them!
Or hurting yourself, which eventually leads to hurting them...-