Darkness

Lost Hope

At the break of dawn, the bright feathers showing its beauty, humming the sweet song of the free heart like a fetterless thing. Singing the song of life with a melancholic embrace in the air.

I wake up, drenched in my own sins, darkness swarming behind my eyelids, poisoned by the insidious ways life plays with me. Frantic cries like the high tide of anxiety pleading God to help me break the shackles of society. I feel like a rag doll dancing on this secluded road to despair with all hope lost like the treasures of the sea. Pleading death to sweep me off my feet to ease the pain of this gloomy state of affair.

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Black

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In the periods of lost memory, darkness lurks like terror that leaves the addicted mind in ruins. Running into the arms of despair where there is no sign of light, all is dark, all is black. Black is omnipotent, the divine color amongst all colors. One can hide in the shades of black, be lost forever but black is not the end. Black is personal,  close your eyes and it will all be black and not an inch of white. All is not black & white only black plays the predominance in the world. The almighty black.

Demons & Angels

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I shall count the stars in the sky,

This heart of mine is in pain as the days goes by.

 

The bright light of the moon is veiled by my iniquity,

Uprightness is lost like the treasures in the sea,

The prickling pain is sharp and constant,

Weeping and crying with shaking hands,

Joy and happiness is the dull fairy tale which was preached.

 

Soul friend of mine,

She sends her love,

On the wings of a dove,

I wonder what she will say,

If I tell her that I cry every day,

And I have to start all over again.

A Prayer

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In the swamp,

A secluded soul hidden behind the thorns,

There is a comfort in the relationship I share with this lonely sky,

Why God why?

I screamed, I wept after this soul crushing defeat.

 

I sing the hymns with a bleeding throat,

May death sweep me of my feet to ease the pain of the melancholy life,

Avoiding the settlement,

The angels leave me to grieve in solitude.

 

The voices in my head grew louder,

That I must bow so low before the mighty lord,

To bring solace to the troublesome soul,

Frantic shouts to the lord, to let me weep through the night,

There may be joy in the morning which may bring some light.

 

The cryptic voices from me to the lonesome nature,

Is the omnipotent, one with the heart that deviseth wicked imaginations?

Is he the one with mischief and a false idol?

Dancing the dance of the devil on the fiddlers tune?

 

All hope blown away with the wind,

Darkness looms over the deprived soul,

Evil flourishes.

Wandering with Sorrow

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I have wandered too far,

Nearing death with blinding sight,

I sit with loneliness blocking the path of hope,

Lost dreams and foolish hopes shall fill my grave.

 

Little more wine and little more crying,

Still drowning in the sorrows of life,

My tears fall upon the blinding dust of the earth,

Feeling sorry for my own ingratitude.

 

Half the night I waste in my own penance,

Half the night I waste in dreams of folly,

In a wakeful dose I sorrow.

Darkness Galore

dark_moon_by_martasyrko-d6srely_FotorWhen we get tired of the pain and suffering which follows us like our shadow, the mind gets exhausted. Hurting the ones we love or inflict pain on others gives us satisfaction; it’s like an ethereal trophy to keep beside us. But at some point of time when the pain gets excruciating we just go into little imaginary spaces and disconnect from the outside world leaving us numb, numb to any situation, numbness to the world. All the emotions just vanish into thin air and numbness becomes a virus spreading inch by inch until it covers our whole body. We always think pain is the worst feeling but this numbness and eternal silence inside me has created a hole leaving us hollow. We would do anything to feel pain again, to feel something.

The Mask

53241381716340847Impatient racing of my heart with a dim corner for compassion,

Trying to cling onto something corporeal,

My pain getting constant and sharp,

The cries getting louder and callous,

The gloomy feeling rules my heart.

 

The continuum of happiness is bleak,

Tired of this illusory which I perform every day that validates my existence in society,

The hollow conscience and the eradicating morals,

Blanket of stars brings solace to this restless heart,

Millions of the just glowing in darkness.

 

This is God’s own curse whether day or night,

The fake smile and the dreary face make it evidently clear of the fanatic cries,

Poison on my mind and the black coffin in my sight,

Abandoned by the near and dear ones,

Just throw my corpse where sadness cannot mourn,

Tired of being trapped behind this mask of despair.