Broken

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I’d just begun…why then do I see the shadows of the end
looming venomously, viciously
I seek refuge in the soulful notes of the piano; for
its lonely chords resonate with my thoughts
forcing the torrent of sadness to flow mercilessly…
Yet, the heaviness lingers, pulling me down,
stealing e’en the wish to look up or to struggle
or the will to be free…just free…
I let others shatter me to pieces
now I reign as a ghost within shattered pieces,
each piece home to infinite memories,
each memory home to infinite moments stabbing
cruelly into all realms of my existence.
And I wonder, why did I begin?
I cannot pretend not to hear the
cliched echoes of a million whispers scream at me,
soothing me in their classy way,
with the strength born of infinite pain…
And I, the silence in the broken pieces, seeking peace…infinite peace…

Thank You 😊😊

I Wish…!!!

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How I wish I could weave my cold silence
into songs for them who yearn for solace…
Mired in the verity of lost ideals,
How I wish I could weave my cold silence,
though I am one wading in my own fears
of expectations and utter setbacks…
How I wish I could weave my cold silence
into songs for them who yearn for solace…!!!

Thank You 😊😊

“I Had A Dream…”

Dear Readers, let me take this opportunity to inform you that till yesterday, I was one dilemma less. And as you may have guessed, I have a cauldron of burning quandaries. Each day, new things get added to it or else I go ahead, grab it and trap it in my cauldron. Some of them are real, some are political, some extremely personal, some weird and some just uncategorised(or stupid!). But, this is a first for me. Even if I had experienced this before, I, hereby state truthfully that I have no memory of it. 

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Monday Blues!!!

The incessant humdrum of the established norms of successes and failures, the cacophony of life to which one daily wakes up to or the eerie whispers adding allure to inevitable losses, the constant chatter in our waking hours trying to bring those lofty dreams alive and secret consolations to self to forget those scary ones.I can hear and feel the chaos, the noise, the chatter, the murmurs, the sighs, all levels of human emotions caught in a staccato.

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