An endless loss.

‚ÄčEvery breath of mine is reminscent of your loss,  loss that spilled from your veins and bruised your skin,  the loss that hid beneath plastered strength like encrypted consolations  and misplaced sorrows,  the loss that danced like flickering street lights upon your tear stained face. And with every breath that I take, I'm reminded of …

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New year, old me ?

Certain places, they just give you a sense of closure, its like there are doors slightly left ajar, and there are loose threads that hang from the heart but the tranquility you crave comes only with silence, with the fading of nonsensical din, because even in the company of many there is an obsecurity to …

The night burns.

The night burns, The laughter burns, The nonsense ridden words also burn, Within empty eyes, And broken smiles. They burn down to ashes, Gentle and unfamiliar against the timid philosophies of minds unaware, of souls that lurk within depthful sorrows, of hearts that suffocate within caged confines, of the battles lost to an injustice of …

Skeletal Soul.

Bitter cold winds, slap against the skin, raw and sharp, On footpaths I walk, with feet rendered numb, and thoughts brutally slaughtered. An aimless traveller, miserably lost, in this maze of fear, stringing through these slippery alleyways, a consequence of rain, a rain that carves, alligning the doubts, pitter pattering through the turmoil, cleansing the soul, …

Fading vision.

‚ÄčOnce the lights are out, And the doors are closed. Once the eyes are shut, And the silence prevails. Once the conscious mind  is put to sleep, And the demons flaunt their broken chains. That is when masks are ripped, And the enshrowded misery,  exposed. That is when the fire laments, And we watch it …