Tag Archives: pain

Strivers

to receive the love, or to not
to receive the trust, or to not
to get anything you yearned for, or to not-
you can not rebel;
life accepts the strivers and not the rebels

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Hue Storm

each bit around me is so naturally extreme,
in its deepest colours,
in saturated details that poke my eyes,
the sunsets so dense,
and the situations so dark,
and everything, eventually isn’t falling in place,
are these all a mere deceptive, hue storm?

focus

if only i could rupture my ribs
if only i could swallow the glass shards
if only i could cringe my pallid eyelids to leave out
blood, bereavement and flaws
to get away from ‘nobody’
to surpass my past
to get into
focus

*I’ve been very lousy when it came to blogging the last year. I’m not completely taking up the blame on me as I have enough things keeping me busy. A new year, a new start. Hoping to be more frequent and better with all the poetry and writing.

Happy reading! 🙂 Feel free to opine and share *

50 word story: Unsung chapters

One hundred and twenty three more- chapters that remained unsung, in the room’s muggy corner. I cringed under the sheets as I liked the coherence with my indefinite pain. Better than ascertaining that it will remain untouched, unsung always.

He adored her desolation more, tearing apart those many luring pages.

under her dusty eyelashes

through the icky alley
she flees-
wild
tightening reins
the horse neighs in soreness

on its hoofs
as jangle of the heavy,
shiny chains disturb her
it can’t trot
more
halting is no option
for it will saddle up
burden, torture, hatred
piercing her feeble soul

fleeing is no good
too, i would say
for she will flounder in dry
rawness
striking out blithe hours
disparity as such is
fatal
to you too
because it is the person
same, indecisive—
sprinting fierce
away from the muffled shadows
created under
her dusty eyelashes

once spawned
to be bore
again i warn—
running is ruinous
standing lone under
yellow flickering bulbs
i see
she’s long gone

Definition Of ‘Ugly’

The ugliness was exposed once again, it was indeed imbibed in her. The mirror was gutsy enough in telling so. Her musty, messy black hair was tucked behind to avoid adding to the ugly state. The world injects pain, it takes complete freedom to tag people ugly and beautiful and offers each a special poking position without their permission – she was an experienced human.

The days she spent in solace didn’t go in vain. When she thought of taking a stand, to merge with the earth, the pain gifted a form of pleasure which the world failed to offer. Accepting herself as the definition of ugly was lucid.
She enjoyed; lived with it.