Nonchalant Doubt

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.