Tag Archives: Lonely

Lonesome

On a stranded road
Where fear shivered on every bow
Where the world was lost in a wink
In a sudden hour, the gust forked away
The only companion- shadow departed
Where every marred heart lost its music

Laconism walks every step
Where fires burn in rainstorms
Where dreams- wish for a rainbow at night
The dew drops freeze in the sun
Wish for the time to fly, but it awaits
It awaits and then longs to run

An opened chamber cannot be shut
It flows like a volcano in winter
Yearn to forget, cease to remember
Run from warmth, scared to shiver
Slowly and then suddenly
Fall apart and vacate

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Towards The Black

It’s complete darkness
I feel my blood thumping
My words have no voice with them
My tears have gone dry

I am crouched in a corner                                                Image
Spots on blood on the matress
A pool of blood at the door

I dare not move
I dare not whisper
I dare not raise my eyes

I stay there like a painted lady
In a painted room

The dreams seem so real now
The desires are washed with the rain
The heart has crumpled to a tiny dot
The soul has flown with the wind
The body breathes alone, without living

I hide from my shadow
I am scared of my reflection

My limbs refuse to move
My throat refuses to spin a word
My eyes refuse to squeeze a drop

I have become Icarus to the sun
I have become moth to the lamp
I have become slave to the darkness
It endures me

I am now led towards the black

Until The End Scoops me

I saw around, among the pines and thrones
A flight of stairs; red as blood, black as coal
The marble was cold
Felt like ice between the toes

I looked around for another way 
Pale grey stones, monstrous climbers I see
But “No” I thought, “I cannot wait”
For the flowers to grow among the stones

I hopped upon the first step
Cheerful like a morning squirrel, I leapt
I fall down among tearful roses
They shudder with silence as their thrones laugh
But I ignore, seeing the glowing light ahead

I smile and take the next step
I feel like i have the world around
“I’m old enough to make decisions” I think
I am happy, content with my company and fame
The angry, saddening faces, sweet voices, I hear
But alas! I ignore again

I sweep their trembling memories and walk to the next stair
I have responsibilities, but I ignore
I question everything, blame my company
Fight, but I know the time has ran
My ‘tears’ I feel; hot and damp
It has no effect on the stone-heart stair

I limp to the final stair without emotion
My hair are white, white like the ghost’s gown
My skin is rough, like the desert sand
I close my eyes, my last tear escapes 

 

And then, I find no-one beside me
Not the ice- stair, not the sweet voices- i wait for them
Nor my responsibility needs me anymore
I leave my stairs alone