Friday, 10 February 2023

Life's A Struggle For Everyone

I hope one day you will understand,

without too much prompting,

that they are battling their own demons,

and are, perhaps, holding up just a little better

and when they so they can't give you a shoulder,

do not be bitter,

their shoulders are too full to add an extra one,

you have to learn to live alone, sometimes - most

of the times

 

I hope one day you learn,

They, too, crave a shoulder to lean on,

They are also overwhelmed by their daily struggles,

They are also trying to be strong,

They are going through the same things

as you,

And also crave a comforting shoulder

Reflections. A Distant Past

in the end, reflecting on a lonesome 
evening, 
with sun's rays receding rays humbling 
your past, 
it is not the kind you could pay homage to, 
or offer burnt offering, 
you can't pour libation, 
for you are certain you offended your ancestors 
a long time ago, 
and all that remain is for you to bear your
lifelong punishment 
you silently wonder how lifelong can be, 
it's certainly not forever, it seems like it 
for days stretch to no end 
and nights even longer
there's nothing more to look forward to, 
except long for days when 
you could just wander through 
life's miseries and never see them as miseries 
and the reveries that plant a permanent frown 
on your face dissipate 
and you can finally laugh in a genuine manner 

Tuesday, 7 February 2023

The Star Within

there is a star inside you, 
that knows it must shine, 
and paint the night sky 
with colors as beautiful as any 
but it chooses to hide behind 
the clouds 

you were born a star 
your greatness knows no limits 
rise from the ruins of doubt 
and paint the world 
with your natural beauty 

Monday, 6 February 2023

Pains

I am entangled with my pains 
they appear to me, with dubious clarity, 
in my frequent day dreams, 
these pains speak to me in a haunting way, 
like a ransom seeker, 
they demand a hefty price for my release, 
all calls went unanswered, 
I guess my people have abandoned me 
and now were are staring at each other, 
daring each other, 
he who blinks loses, 
but my pains are blind 

You Weren't Blind

you weren't blind

you were just obstinate

perhaps in a sort of unhealthy way

about the ideal nature of your life,

not knowing it hang on a thin thread

and when it came loose,

you thought you were flying

but you were plunging into

an unforgiving abyss of reality

when the doors came off its hinges,

you realized your blankets

couldn’t keep you warm 

Saturday, 4 February 2023

The Bleeding Soul

I carry with me the muffled voice 
of a drowning man, 
His voice grates my soul, 
I often see his flailing arms, 
as he bobs on the surface of water, 
trying to catch some breaths
I will attend his funeral, lay a wreath
and try to muffle the sound of guilt
I'll merge my own guilt with 
with the fake eulogies 
I hope they'll cancel mine out 
because I wouldn't survive an eternity 
of grating guilt 
and his muffled voice 
I have enough of everything already


Beautiful Ruins

wakeful, 
I dream about things 
I dare not live 
How alluring they are, 
lighting up the dark labyrinths 
of my mind, 
yet not once have my bones 
been willing, 
these bones have conspired 
with my detractors, 
who are ever satisfied 
with my mediocre life, 
they are uncanny with their 
beguiling smiles 
they make me comfortable 
in the embrace of my ruins 
they pretend to condole with me 
when I am sailing through storms 
it hurts them, sometimes, 
when I emerge from a my Hurricanes 
battered and bruised, but still intact 
and we smile the usual smile, 
and take an oath once again 
to destroy me right 
before I am complete 
strangely, I enjoy it too