Every dream has been smoldered to ashes
Every idea reduced to dust
My thoughts fear every new idea that enters...
For fear of losing the very idea.
I come across people who gather excuses, hatred and
self-pity
They wile and cry and seek refuge in sympathy
I echo their feelings and wonder often whether theirs
is real or mine?
Reality has become a mirage
Tortured by sights of greener pastures...
But they ain't green,
They’re just a shade darker than the shade of
dejection.
Emptiness has been a pal for so long now;
I seek her comfort in all my blissful moments...
Moments that last for an eon.
Every twitching of the skin is penetrated by pitiful
conversations,
They provide a scatter of lifeless comfort.
A tireless stare is compressed in the soothing air.
An evil breadth disguised as care
Creatures roam around who call themselves ‘human’
They hardly wait and never really bother
To watch the little red blossom bloom into the air.
How ironic is their existence really!
All you imagined are thoughts that took shape in
some way.
They recoil and make you wonder.
Whether they are there or away from your gaze!
Sometimes I think it’s meaningless to think that a
meaning would arrive with a warm embrace.
And on most nights I still say a grace.
Because you were honest
You paid the price....
A price so great it’s been etched into your every
hair...
Your future will not endure...
The many unclaimed challenges of your past.
Your present is a blink in the stark reality of life
And it doesn't possess the strength to withstand...
Rebukes, abuse, fatal bruise or a simple misuse.
