Dead †

If there was a way to say it out loud, I could not have voiced it. If there was away to feel it, my soul would have withered. If there was a way to touch it, my hands could not have felt. My thoughts go astray; I open my mouth to speak but the words die on my lips. If only somehow I could elucidate…

Treachery of the rain

The raindrops were casting a spell on me once more, a spell that enclosed me in its powerful grip, refusing to let go. A bewitching charm that enchanted me. There was something unusual about that particular magical shower on that distant, cold winter night, which mesmerized and fascinated me. I was always spellbound when it rained in the dark of the night. The night rain had a peculiar beauty to it that enticed me, leaving me smitten so that I would forget about everything else and would run towards the downpour like one possessed. That night too, like any other rainy night the deluge forced me to come out and witness its splendor.

Lovelorn

Sounds, they make our lives beautiful. From the chirping of the early morning birds, the ringing of sweet laughter, the rumbling of the thunder, the cascading of a waterfall, the rustling of leaves to the humdrum of daily life, and the chattering of people; the tolling of bells to the shrieks of agony, the screams of horror, the howls of pain and the snuffles of hurt... Are all what makes us value life.

The death of hope...

How easy it is for people to raise my hopes, so high that I feel am at the top of the world… and then dash them. It feels like a bucket of cold water thrown on the hot red ambers. I seethe… How mercilessly they crush my dreams just when I am almost there… To take away everything from me after giving me wings.

Melancholia

So much time has passed by… I thought time would heal these wounds and stop the pain. What I didn't know, was that time makes everything all the more clear. I thought I would forget it all, just like you did…

Forsaken

Sometimes I feel am just an onlooker on life… What I am missing terribly is a sense of belonging… I just don’t exist. That life is a beautiful shimmer far, far away from me, glittering in the distance; and that it would all vanish as soon as I thought I had it… This feeling is so strong that am afraid to reach out.

When shadows beckon...

I gaze up at the dark black sky specked by millions of stars, twinkling. It was a lonely night, you could hear the silence singing in the breeze. The clouds billowing now, dark ominous clouds, blinding me, and I hear piercing screams ring through the deserted corridors of my mind… My mind’s playing tricks on me again…