Drifting soul

Butterflies long gone A stint of swarming flies An open grave With an empty casket No dead flowers or any rotten flesh Should have buried everything When there was still a chance It’s too late now Slowly rotted, then eaten away Not a bite left behind Yet there exists a wisp of soul Floating away…

Casualty

There was not any calm after the storm Only a night following every daylight Each morning dimmed a little more Each night turned a little darker Sleep ended but not the nightmares No more hopes in dreams No more dreams in fantasies Only variants of ghosts Some less scarier than the rest Devised by reality…

Cross over

I had hoped to make it through Sand blasting into my eyes Wheezing and aching through the storm Across the the smouldering wreck To live past distress when all is done I had hoped to make it through Another day, another night Tossing and turning every wakeful hour Pulling out of the pit of hell…

Breathless

Sometimes the words get stuck in my throatThey choke me, cut my air offMake my eyes blur and mouth taste like acidThen my brain kicks into action…My breathing slows down and I count every single one,Grateful, I could still do that. And when I count to ten, my lids shut down. I crave that suffocation…

Pause

The ache that never goes awayThe emptiness that is ever presentThe coldness beneath the surfaceI have the urge to cry, kick and screamYet, I don’t let myself fall too deepI find myself staring at walls and facesPeople who talk, laugh, love and liveI’m watching life move fast in frontAnd I realise, standing still is only…

Tranquil seconds

Thunders crashing downLightening flashing acrossThrough the dark night I watchThe sky raging war on the groundFor all the roaring and blazingIt is the calmest I’ve felt in agesThe qualms quiet downMaybe a storm is what it takesTo soothe another storm. Image source: Google © 2020 Janani Arvind. All rights reserved.

Solitude

Solitude, they say, is freeing. They say it’s empowering. Solitude has been glorified over time, as strength, as an accomplishment, as a quality. Solitude, in truth, is just a safety net. An empty place devoid of all our demons, very different demons for each of us. For some, it’s as small as unwanted attention while…

Haven (2)

A dark and endless chasmTo let all those insecure, apologetic thoughtsShady cravings, shameful hungersNerve wrecking fears and self hatredCome out and take shapeTo concede and comply with their existenceA part of the mind, so twisted, yetAching to be heard, hugged, held ontoPining for a little life to seep insideA part of the soul, hurt and…

Haven (1)

It creeps in slowlyCrawling through the nightThreatening to drown me, choke meIt makes me breathlessA scary, initial sinkingAnd then I begin to driftA glide into the murkinessSlightly dazed and befuddled. It is the blackened depth of my own mindA space- dark enough to paralyzeMy eyes, from tearing upMy heart, from crumbling downNumb enough to be…