Battered and beaten, I wander through those unknown corridors, still trying to find my way. Still trying to silence the thousand volcanoes erupting inside me every single day, burning me inside out, marauding my castles of hope into ashes of remorse. I walk the beaten path, hatred flowing inside my veins, with a million eyes glaring into my hollowness, burning a hole in my soul.
I’ve died a thousand deaths, every single day, every single minute… but still this blood and flesh structure on me refuses to resign. These voices around me, question my existence, and slowly the whispers grow into screams, as the questions keep coming back and I find no answer. What I find is silence, a steely brutal silence, a silence that rips through you and tears you apart but makes no noise. Life is beautiful they say, but every morning you wake up with the burden of your despicable past, and stare at a future equally obscure and all you wish is that the morning never happened… life and its beauty: poetic fantasy!!!
The pangs of frustration are gnawing into my skin, eating away my flesh, undoing my existence. All that is left of me is a wounded bleeding soul, fast decaying into the shadows of anonymity. Someday I wish to erupt. Someday I wish to explode. I wish to lay bare the truth inside me, stripped and naked, to uncover the vulnerability that resides within. I sense this wrath in the heavens too, and wait for it to burst open someday unleashing its ravaging phantoms towards an unfathomable annihilation.
Deception: the blatant truth of life, viewed through the lenses of factuality. Every moment that u breathe is a deception, a denial of the inexorable consequence- death. Every waking hour, every living second is an endeavor against this hardlined crux, a continuance of the delusive glories germinating in the world of illusions.
Troubled and tired, lost and lonely I continue to ramble. But somewhere in the woods, a little light finds its way through the murk. I try and find solace in the simple glories of life, the little insignificant comforts that life offers you in a platter, and you never care to appreciate. Little pleasures that may seem howsoever purportless, but hit you in the eye when you realize that your matter-of-fact pleasures constitute the inconceivable luxuries of someone’s dreams. This body and spirit are sure going to fade away someday, but until then I’ll just let this essence drive me on…
I’ve died a thousand deaths, every single day, every single minute… but still this blood and flesh structure on me refuses to resign. These voices around me, question my existence, and slowly the whispers grow into screams, as the questions keep coming back and I find no answer. What I find is silence, a steely brutal silence, a silence that rips through you and tears you apart but makes no noise. Life is beautiful they say, but every morning you wake up with the burden of your despicable past, and stare at a future equally obscure and all you wish is that the morning never happened… life and its beauty: poetic fantasy!!!
The pangs of frustration are gnawing into my skin, eating away my flesh, undoing my existence. All that is left of me is a wounded bleeding soul, fast decaying into the shadows of anonymity. Someday I wish to erupt. Someday I wish to explode. I wish to lay bare the truth inside me, stripped and naked, to uncover the vulnerability that resides within. I sense this wrath in the heavens too, and wait for it to burst open someday unleashing its ravaging phantoms towards an unfathomable annihilation.
Deception: the blatant truth of life, viewed through the lenses of factuality. Every moment that u breathe is a deception, a denial of the inexorable consequence- death. Every waking hour, every living second is an endeavor against this hardlined crux, a continuance of the delusive glories germinating in the world of illusions.
Troubled and tired, lost and lonely I continue to ramble. But somewhere in the woods, a little light finds its way through the murk. I try and find solace in the simple glories of life, the little insignificant comforts that life offers you in a platter, and you never care to appreciate. Little pleasures that may seem howsoever purportless, but hit you in the eye when you realize that your matter-of-fact pleasures constitute the inconceivable luxuries of someone’s dreams. This body and spirit are sure going to fade away someday, but until then I’ll just let this essence drive me on…
8 comments:
I like how you write. Very nice. But why so dark?
U are a poet. Great work buddy! agree with Jyoti's querry. But I can just figure out that there is light somewhere between the lines. Impressive!
Simply Gr8!!!!!!wish 2 c more!!!!!
Poetry in motion. Huge write up. Immaculate recollection of a sad dream for me. U didnt need to be an engineer. Cant wait to read more
didn know u write dude..dat too with such gravity...but a really good one...
u hv just laid your mind bare in words like the seasoned Kafka!!!
dude, hats off!! In fact, within the bounds of decency, as much as possible off :-) Awesome lines man.......Never knew that side of you....keep 'em gems coming!!
Fantastic Sam....but remember...each day that comes forth is wonderful and is a promise of more that’s yet to come...u r a good human being n a wonderful person at heart...i am sure u can spread so much love in the world dat ... it bows down in salutation to u...All d best
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