Burning flames of the dreams evaporates dissipating through the air ,that i once carried inside getting dissolved in the sky, Making my whole body feel like a corpse and lose it's authenticity overtime, Every word turning into a verse of affliction, Sonnets are the freedom stories which are now in state of perplexity. I hold scars inside my heart along with the remnants of old times, Amplifying melodies of heartbreaks with symphonies of the transient ocean waves, Where my vulnerabilities are out of reach against of the conveying words, Crystallizing the thoughts of the sky.
To the million reasons through which my insanity can't ever be explained, The pain that I've been adorning forever, Where I feel being drenched in the melancholic atmosphere, I hold a sorrow beneath my heart, My soul been tangled in the maze that never ends Not letting my heart to bloom ever, Where oblivion is an art and the landscapeof my life ends
Your heart is home to me, And where my feelings are being carried to being unknown, The sky is where our dreams getmerged that accomplishes me. - trinakhi
You're the inescapable spiral that i can't get over, Sometimes being missing while being found Like the thoughts revolving around.
Death is a piece of art and the synonym of grief, it examines you and to how much extent you can just control your emotions without crumbling apart.
Real pain can't be expressed, It's your intuition or the poetry buried insideyour heart that it describes, sometimes running out of words. -trinakhi
It's so difficult to just move on in life but once you get used to, it becomes easiest of all the things to deal with, once you know what loss is you're just least probably to get affected by it.
You're the protagonist of the stories, of the thoughts inside your mind, they cannot live forever or die forever and even if they're daunting sometimes but there's a way out of it.
Time is like river, it's just flows withouta pause, Just like this year was woven with heartbreaks, trauma and bliss,Where I survived and died every single day Scratching my bruises out of it, Some bonds faded while some remained with the promise of eternity,experiences were poetry adorning the flaws, The love i deserved is what I caved in forthe most and the instances changed forever, the velvet heart which I never had, well it ends well spending some part of perpetual time with a hurricane of tranquility.
My heart is a place where you reside perpetually, Where the love i carry for you is irrational, even when the world gives up on you I want you to stay here forever.
Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power. - Bertrand Russell