Art of Scars

Seeing an unfathomable darkness
from the cracks of her sparkling eyes,
he dove in and there he met her scarred
— vulnerable self and the beauty of her
broken heart which he was completely
unaware of, and he couldn’t restrain
himself from falling — for
The art of scars she bears beneath
her skin…

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Fragments from lone hours

And I close the door of my darkened chamber; I sit-
(midst of my four-walled confinement)
beside fire- heaving a sigh of relief- Numb. Then hours fled-
my inanimate world comes to motion; commence with the recall of-
forgotten past in an undignified manner. Faces arouse in suspicion-
from a curtained bitterness;
and I listen to those unheard voices from many years back,
all those symphonies which counts no one no more.
Slowly and softly my flattered thoughts embark on a saddened ride,
and the stormy wind outside turn into a grieving companion,
rains strengthen its piercing arrows hurting upon the window glass
-in a sinful excitement,
and that is when all the noises turned off- like none of them ever existed,
quicker the foot steps of the last pedestrian dwindle away from nearby road,
leaving a loner behind in solitude.
The enthusiasm in the fiery flames deaden quietly,
and a cold silence wrap me up. I crawl into the bed and no sound I make,
I dare not awaken the ghosts from the dreamless slumber of night.
So I close my eyes-
but I hear again somewhere near a lost wind bewailing.
Somewhere falls a broken branch crying aloud
I become so aware of my frenzied spines- my anesthetized being,
And then I fall into sleep-
Or I compelled to die . . .
Adieu! Cursed shadows- the dwellers within me.

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Creeping into Darkness

Crept into the cursed corner of my darkened dwelling –
When the accusation of innocent hours defunct me.
The silence of crowd penetrated my being with countless venomous darts,
My affectionate heart blackened by her rancorous touch;
When all the companions obscured my sight like stormy clouds
The voiceless scream palpitate my innermost rhythm with sarcasm,
When world’s all perplexities became incomprehensible statements,
And all arguments culminated in mockery and all seriousness into irony,
The Epitomes enraged a battle against each other in falsified manner,
And love deformed into an exchange of materialistic possessions,
Life lived by sensibility of cognizance where only nothingness nurtured,
And death reformed the world inexorably into a sane factor,
That delineated the whole play terminating all hope to the brink of bathos,
Where I no more contemplate my endeavors and-
That is when I crept into the cursed corner of my darkened dwelling . . .

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Obscure Alternatives

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Where I chose to reconstruct my very thoughts,
And those became my obscure alternatives where I failed-
To reconcile life and death into one definition. I certainly not
Or never was so much obsessed with life rather I thrown my Self
Onto pile of oblivious state of enigmatic world like myths.
Then I enveloped my sole self into a solitary confinement to-
Meet myself once more but there I altered into nothingness.
My nervous system frayed, then turned into tempered manner,
And my enraged excitement met me in veil of secrecy and my hatred
-roused in the form of abandonment. That was the very moment I began to walk
-leaving life behind. The absolute enmity towards life and the perfection of walking,
Towards my own end in betwixt I hanged. O humans! The vile creature-
Covered into sweet skinny baggage! I discerned your repulsive mannerism,
When fate confronted me with pity eyes and left me to Live-
Amongst you creatures. Therefore I lived again disconnected with-
Life itself to enjoy the enticing offer of unpleasant dreams.
O humans! Do one favor- not to judge my alteration rather enjoy
The enormity of a lost hovering soul.
His core belief may encompass the world one day,
Shadowing you all underneath his hatred.
There I am no more- but my curse may remain upon you . . .

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I exist and alive and now awakened . . .

Scream

Yet more a terrible journey and I waded far far away
The mind is in complete disarray; encroaching into a very mid-day.
I exist and alive; and now awakened but a weary sigh heaved
through nostrils toward my – Self; my being cleaved.
Etched on my mind the very illustration of my entangled past
enraged me whilst I watch memories buried underneath years of  dust.
Vivid-ness of a bright sun curtains my spectrum, my senses disavowed,
Away back somewhere a mystery may have unfolded and a ship wreck foreshadowed.
Be-wilderness devour my conscious yet I fly in tiresome direction
Over the beechen green of a nameless woodland, or may it my only fraction;
Wings spread out journey on such weary feathers anesthetizing momentum,
Up in the sky and beneath the sea, there betwixt lie bits of me undisturbed inside a sanctum.
The timeline past pulverized, only me and this very moment now left
standing at this edge, await to slog myself out of this mountain cleft.

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