//Lantern of hope greasing the floor burning no fuel wind whistling through window panes drenched rails Peaking eyes red elbow cringed legs hinged inflated chest collapsed lungs busted wings bruised skin //
A holocaust satire, an escape or nightmare satan knows better when bored.
I have forgotten the feel of feeling things from the beginning of umbilical cords tweaking and winding me, with course of time have lost gradually; everything triggers so fast to congest without pulled.
No wishes are fulfilled even if it's death wish , you might die eventually but now more anxiously. Not any expectations, fear of falling in black hole or it's potential to pull me, but to never feel the warmth of sugar syringed happiness where serene of melody plays swiftly in unheard magnitudes of psychic.
I feel numb when happy just become so dumb when people around me They say"I hear you " "We understand you" but misunderstanding of others has provoked me to feel this negativity, with so high intensity. Hash isn't what I need to encounter suffocation mixed in euphoria .
But how I express without being framed as someone who rants or cry easily , someone who doesn't know to share. The real me is dead but still alive that's one flaw people will never accept me for So, I laugh whole heartedly.
When we wake scared , defeated ruthless like never felon of angel parted on metres crying aloud came from above heard voices all around.
Don't throwback; just persevere there's no blood only coals that never will ever turn in diamonds. It's root darkness; full of wickedness fixed so deep I see, figures in sleep in the most worst form fisted till palms stain red with nails bad sight of night making things pale sparing us blind threat of what kind ? when thee feel weak.
Remember a dust hover to lie over and over it's no compassion that will ever fall upon no boundaries to bound holly ground thing's a par, what a blunder we are.
Showed cicatrix with grace and forever prix. But at all times there's twist in story with others to mix.
Just to ruin proximity with sympathy that never will ever play with rhythm to make hell always here had no mercy to cherish; only a heart would diminish.
Neither symmetry nor a perfect tone not even eight standing straight heart all black no single slack mind never will ever be pure that evil fears wonders a why ?
Why is not the question but what if, I'm not beautiful ? will you ever stay to listen my recital. I'm not beautiful ! so what ? I'll still be here. What if I'm beautiful ? might your eyes scolder a little more like before. What if you are not beautiful ? huh will you mend my charades ? What if I'm not beautiful does it choke your throat? cuz it doesn't ,never will ever matter ! Either I come with a bang or just Nada.
ये फासले भी बेहतर है जब यादों का हिसाब है खोने के डर से खोने तक आज हम बंध कर आज़ाद है ।
खत लिखे उम्र बीत गई मालूम है हर फ़र्ज़ पर जवाब जो अल्फाजों में उमड़ रहे जो भूल से गए रीत जो कल के रह गए जो अधूरा है उससे पूरा होना अभी बाकी जो समझ ना सके उनका सहना बाकी दर्द नहीं पर दरारें देखना अभी बाकी है।
गलत और सही का अंतर बदलने में वक्त टूटा पड़ा क्या हम नहीं ? यह जानना खुदके लिए अभी बाकी है ।
आसान है कहना तकदीर में कुछ नहीं जब तूफ़ान रुक सा गया हवाओं में गुम से कुछ अनकही रिवायतें जो रह से गए दूर का सोचते हुए आज खो से गए हैं।
मौसम ने यूंही करवट ना ली अभी तो सावन में सर्द आना बाकी सितारों को चमकने में देर नहीं पर टूटने में साल हज़ार है।
युही वक्त टूटा पड़ा क्या हम नहीं? यह जानना खुदके लिए अभी बाकी है ।
We fail more often when we fall in search of good . The more you hold on, you shatters the more you let go, you strengthen.
Everyone cries in a corner till the sun show its shine irrespective of the thought who's there besides it's just a time I want to share that only me is mine .
The stones I'm throwing won't repel my future though they show me the haziness of past I overcomed. As it strikes away as dandelion withers it feathers in no direction blown away with never coming back to it's actual focus.
I no more obligate my choices, my earns my outcomes, my stress my ego, my rigidness cause it's more of me not others to think .
You hold so much pain laying being nothing, dark soul in chess world that's so human we already know.
Just chilling and having fun everything's lit in run. Never abide the rule Creating the best of all.
Handle with care every fragile hearts as felidae has no charge , deafening with glances but silent as ant in hole spam.
Heard you have change of plan what is in it to damage your own clan? Sometimes I go nuts , with wounds and cuts or I tell you I show my balls to see how I fuck up with myself .
All are like my brother, Cheetah or panther or is it just jaguar tigress or tiger what if non counts for ? like my color either red or white and black just for minds sake of fur.
Hope you mind me cause seem fierce instead innocent as human in night, sometimes it's daylight . keeping my claws entight when I prey with all right.
I'm here to dominate my jungle sunderban or corbett it doesn't matter building terror in forecaster ruling with patience alluring that damn hide ain't no other vibe roaring like lion with no time to shut up I tell you how I fuck up.
Being near something still leaving our hopes how can we be perfect when we doesn't desire what's upon .
Staying in dark is a choice thinking of outcomes without facing is fear but being certain of things is confidence much confided thats over.
Rising up doesn't depend on what others tell how you should achieve it if self realisation is the key fuck those who hinder your growth it's a way you find through the past heart wrenching decision which failed you in numerous occasions easy or tough nuisance sustained still you hung up cause life is all about ups and down store that patience within but until when ??
Until that inner voice come and says this is the moment you were waiting for you can't let it go you asked for it can't retaliate so let it be go for it .
Expectations are burden but having a chance is a privilege and trying is what on your shoulders not as a burden to attain so why to loose hope when that 1% of possibility always count otherwise that pain gliding in your nerve will end up everything once for all .
Never give up on your feelings Never give up atleast on yourself !!
I'm a poet as a wayfarer looking for thousands of sunsets to knead my Ars Poetica For this I visited a fair where street vendors wore business suits and were selling poetic expressions and similes in cents,
Ahh, if they would have known what they are selling in mere cents is for what I'm ready to give my life
To there , I sold my grey rhymed hair , my quill of beige vowels and verbs, my waxed mustache which is the verse of five metrical feet an iambic pentameter,
I sold what they were selling and I bought many muses in the suburbs of poetic city .
/I chortled as I hopped on the stairs of scintillating metaphors my right hand caught the crescent of moon and left hand grabbed the starry night/