I battled a thousand storms and survived a hundred cuts, but there is something about that one smile which destroys the warfield and embraces my lips. Something that makes me feel warm.
I painted a thousand nights and drew a hundred moons, but there is something in the way how she walks by and all the colours merge into a single shade and let the stars make their patterns. Something that makes me feel light.
When I stitch my spurting wounds and reverberate my hundred cries, she rests her hands over mine, and there is something in her spiritual touch which rebirths invisible strands and sings scars to slumber. Something that makes me feel alive.
And when her deep-set blue eyes glance my nuances over time, there is something which makes the moment paraylsed and the heartbeats refurbished. Something which aligns the sunflowers towards the sun fervently. Something that makes me feel fulfilled.
~ S r i K r i s h n a P S | July 12, 2020 _____________________________________________
'Somethings' can be described so much that they go indescribable. Paradox? Cliché?
I am a house of salt and sorrow Hiding my blood-stained stories In flashy metaphors And flamboyant facades But the vandalism on my walls Is the ugly truth that I can't be A thing of beauty if I am broken inside out, So, I pick up the chaotic fragments And the tangled threads of my existence After the mayhem walks out of my door
Sometimes, I set my bones on fire, Scoop and scatter the ashes To exorcise the ghosts of my past, I play spirit of the glass And gamble with the future To sit with me By the roadside as I untangle My braided expectations, Hang a few by the clothesline & keep the rest in my back pockets
Armed with a satchel of Ikigai & self-love, I step out of the shadow And massacre the demons of my demons In broad daylight, Dauntless, I collect regrets & daydreams And craft them into stories, & self-help guides On how to survive storms And how to triumph like a butterfly Who is born to seek the light.