I had let you in. I had let you conquer my world.
Then you just left when my all started to fall apart.

Just Change

The skin detects even the lightest motion,
Yet a mind understands no damn “REASONS”

I will no longer accept your WORDS!
I’m interested in the facts, not your truth.
I hate excuses,
But a fan of pellucid prose.

I deserve more!
Something that is genuine!
Company like river stones
as they are smooth and translucent
I want better!
a LOVE that takes actions and poses no distress.

Oh! One thing, quit saying your infinite “Sorries”,
Stop expressing REMORSE over the same mistake, coz that’s utterly ABSURD.
A POISON to my ears.

I reject people
and I have the will to do it again.
but it’s not on me,
IT’S ON YOU!
Your tower of FRIVOLITY &
BELOW SEA LEVEL REASONING.

Silver Coated Steel

The weight of a crown
Is so heavy-for me
Each step, is a walk in a mud,
I am going a little far…
not really moving forward, i think.
And that Feeling of exsisting just a little less,
sucks the energy, I am dead, still restless.

No crown meant I had prevailed.
For it’s steel and not gold…
It’s fake…
Victory is flawed.
So am I…

The stones in this crown.
It has plenty… but not necessarily many…
I have done things so good.
But not enough to be seen… not the Best,
neither better…

The crown is such a WEIGHT
Can’t get up myself with it…..
Never I was right…
I freakin’ believed myself
I had won…
I freakin’ thought I was regaining
The vibe, the energy, MYSELF…
just knew, I cannot.
I cannot refract reality
I cannot bend the truth.

title- NONE
reason for posting- NONE
emotion- NONE
life status- a little LESS….. read it if you want!
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When hell is home
Yet night still cold
I am alive, I am numb,
and I am dead, too.
how to end this game?
It keeps going like
I am being played
With a foolish mechanics
Of life……
A life that seems lifeless…
‘guess dying is a gift
‘guess, cutting an artery
will hurt less-not so long,
no so excruciating ,
‘guess it will make me feel
a little more.
just like I am still living…..
as if I really lived.

Every year brings with it a new set of challenges, more obstacles, and difficulties. We occasionally tremble on our way, which causes us to trip and fall. I just wrote something to serve as a reminder that despite the challenges we face, we should not let them deter us from succeeding. KUDDOS Y’ALL.

THY HEART AIN’T GLASS
So it shan’t BREAK
It might swell
OR shrink, and
it bleeds
when it hurts
YET, FEEL THE PAIN
SOAK WITH IT
For THY HEART shan’t drown
LET IT IN
to consume you, coz
when its full
SHOULD THY EYES BURST
like the sky when it pours

THY HEART AIN’T GLASS
It won’t crack
It repairs on its own
It heals,
and it scars,
as you’re made of flesh.
And though thy heart
might be feeling so down
Should you rise
When you fell.
Oh! Fret not the scars,
it stays, yet it fades.

…another piece:another sleepless night…

How to heal myself?
to replenish the energy I lost
that the heart is fully shurken to its cell and veins are now spiralling out
like illussion of shades and darks.

Really ‘on my last leg, consumed by the pain Excruciating! yet almost numb.
So torturing, my havoc of thoughts engendered unabating hunger and thirst.

Can I still revivify this life? Again, Now, and for Aye!
For I cannot flee from the past, nor can I walk an inch forward.
I must now neglect all toxicity,
thy immaturity,
And unlearn the trauma that thoust had foisted me.

A heart cannot walk away, won’t choose to at least
Yet this mind needs its peace
to recover my wholeness, now or just never .

The memories are so vivid
To my head.
I was not riding a rollercoster-it is me.
Destined to go up
And down.
To win and loss.
To fight and fail.

But i must say- I was broken, not anymore!

…Glean the rustles from the wind…

I am invoking for the wind once more.
My companion during the cold nights.
that I am now again writing myself-my stories in a poem…

Felt suffocated…. felt a lot more of the pain…still feeling a little less….
but my hands are fully free.
Even struggling to make a stroke…
Letters are wobbling,
Yet my words are clear…

Unlike my days, when they have had incessantly turned into atrocious nothing…
and nights were spent,
written into emotional collapse, freakin’ breakdowns!

Ohhhh!!!!!

May you hear the whisper of the wind.
About what thoust forgotten…
May it not turn into a murmur…
Should thoust not ignored my agony…
May the wind so gentle…
Attuned to your soul
May the wind tell!
For a broken heart can speak no more!

Another random piece.

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The clouds are over me now.
‘tried to flee, but it rained.
Everything is fragile, and it all melted as it starts to pour.

Each step won’t make me go farther
My flesh dissolved quickly as the the rain drops flow through my body,
leaving a heart fully distorted, shrunk, not pumping at all.

Remember????

When you promised me a shelter,
but you are no longer my refuge.
you just “stormed” me
Even tho your name says you’ll “SATE”
my desire to be loved