My words betrayed me today,
Again.
It seems, as of late,
They have found their own voice,
Their own wit,
Their own bitterness.
My words are consuming my whole being.
Or maybe,
In those words,
I’ve finally found the voice,
Which is truly mine.
Words
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Civil War
Just to drift away and fade into an ever-sretching white light,
Away from doubts,
And into the bliss,
From the life I have started to despise.
There is a hidden strength among my shivering words,
Words that shy as they leave my stuttering lips.
A strength to wander and explore the unknown.
To drift into the ever-changing whiteness of the unknown,
That question,
The life altering confession,
Which I’m shying from making to my already aware heart,
Is a game of my pragmatic mind.
A mind, whose soul purpose is to guide me in this world of uncertainty.
Whom should I deny the benefit of doubt?
My mind,
My heart,
In a struggle for power,
They are in a continous tug of war.
This,
This is my
Civil war.
In Outlying Shades of World – Poetry
It was the year of Great War, a year one might call an abyss in time. In those outlying shades of the world, a sudden bringing of ancient and modern came into absolute contact. There was born a child, in those bitter, mortal cold shores. A child who later became caring yet blind by his rage. A broken child of fragile and responsive organisation. Of discomfort, positive pain and ultimate injury. He was the child of legends, legends ever heard by rustic men.
The Chill Of Late November Night – Poetry
On this silent night, my whispers, they echo,
Splitting the chaos of solitude.
The chill of late November night,
Bolstered with confessions,
Rip apart the music of peace.
What confessions?
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The Answers Faded
In stillness of time paused
In moment that we rejoiced
On the mountain of cold tears
We faded into each other.
In the moonless darkness of death
In the water of the soul that men breathe
Among the shades of evening that they seek
We escaped.
Before the moment of echo
Under the whispers of question
In the air of discord, the answers faded
In that moment we parted.
The old reason escaped.
Just the thought of crossing the question
Shivered us
And we merged again.
Run Away Little Boy
In the air of desire the memories sleep,
Beside the river of winter,
Beyond the moment of time,
In the stillness of harmony,
On an abandoned shore,
In a restless silent night,
Beneath the surface of shivering skin.
In silence do I make confessions that chaos creates,
A confession whose echo reverberates in every thing I touch.
My demons have run awild and the devil is here to collect.
Run away little boy.
Run away, alone, with devouring tears.
The mountain of secrets I hid within has finally crumbled down.
With bloody eyes I will witness the ashes of burnt leaves,
The leaves of secrets.
Run away little boy,
From one hell to another.
Reasonable Doubts
In mourning of that lost voice,
Wretched reasons,
They collapsed,
They eluded me forever from embracing the truth.
And for in those desperations,
In every truth that I hid,
In every lie that I denied,
I battled
Constantly in those monarchy of sins, in monarchy of lies.
Piece by piece, bone by bone,
Thoughts of conflict broke my fragile skin.
Broken and in pain I died every night,
In rugs of silence, and
Of elevated absence,
Surrounded by dusky shadows.
Falling from abandoned dreams,
The darkness held me in her embrace, so tightly.
Into this spirit of a fast-dying conscience,
Into which I always sank,
Into a territory so unknown,
A place where it was so mortal cold.
And in that inconsolable rage of my own,
Through the black mist that had fallen,
In faintness of solitude and disuse.
So sunken and suppressed; silent words
Had passed, but not for very long.
Reflecting back on my troubled yesterdays,
And those days,
They don’t seem that far.
Every lie that walked on me,
All emotions that caused me despair and pain,
Everything unreal I was supposed to believe.
But when it all comes undone,
For some reason that I know,
I walked tall from my numbness,
Maybe scarred,
But I walked on lines
Of my
Reasonable doubts.
**
An Agony of solitude
A soul enamored of solitude,
A heart abhorring alienation,
A mind scarred by agony to equilibrate,
Drowned in emotions torn to shreds,
In soul absent of hope,
In heart drowning with optimism,
there is a struggle,
in mist,
between burning gentleness
and melting sadness.
Tell me of waves of broken thoughts,
destroying and preserving itself within the same walls.
A soul muddled by hollow grief,
gathered dust of withered belonging.
Staring endlessly at the rising ghost,
a ghost of desolate space.
A soundless tremble that surrounds me forever,
filled with solitary air.
Abominable solitude?
Or a persistent agony?
**
Emptiness
All I can recall, a room of emptiness,
In my thoughts, lost and all alone,
My days all gone,
For all that I was and for all that I ever will be,
I’ll be scarred, naked and striped of my heart,
In my heart, I’ll wait,
In my words, I’ll breathe your name,
All alone.
I’m blessed with pain,
My ripped heart, all torn, discarded.
In an endless sea,
In this dark black room,
Drifting, floating, lost without direction,
All alone.
Wasted shadow,
Sailed away from me too, in a storm of confusion.
My burden, I cannot tell any of it apart,
Just give me back my world,
My shattered sun, my torn nights,
My suffocating air,
Which left me,
Never to return.
Nothingness, relent and scream,
My candle of life exhausted.
Eternally damned, I confess,
I gathered darkness for so long,
Forgetting myself in the storm.
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Inspired via Daily Prompt: Willy-nily
Wings of Life
My wings of life were long forgotten,
Burned and smoked,
My thoughts they are blanketed by bitter nights,
I muddy the wings of despair I never chose,
Yet I take a flight through burning sky.
Sketches By Nitesh 