Metal Life

The world’s moving so fast, how these eyes can’t even catch a glimpse. The hands feel broken, but I wish I could somehow hold them in. I whisper and ask for a clarity amidst the spinning wheels, but those cold winds mocked, the moment I stopped being still. Something adheres the surface of my consciousness. Realizations of a far off dream that appeared to come close. That I keep failing to justify the purpose of me existing, To the little demons that keep feeding on my heart and soul. So when I find myself a dirt in this polished world, holding no strength in this survival of the fittest. I choose to seek sympathy in disguise of people’s acceptance, and I keep chanting for them, ‘This world is the prettiest!’ If pretty defines swiping the dirt off these grounds, I’ve got to play a solid stone so these winds won’t spit me out. But I know this heart I carry shall tear me apart in pieces, The moment some heartless words try to encircle me around. And in fear ...

Croon along while I vent what ravages inside, In rhythm of words that you could never let out. Croon along if there’s a fire whirling down your chest, Holding in songs of rage you could never sing all loud. For our room has ghosts not letting us sleep, Like balls of fire over our heads, making all scary sounds. Croon while you hear me cry in the burning pain, Picking up ashes and parts of you, been murdered down. A fire’s whirling deep inside your soul, Let me cool it down by saying what need be said. I’ve seen you crawl to your bed but fallen short, on the floor thinking how you’ve been left alone. Oh Dear Lord, how human have you been all through, That all the peace in the world you’ve showered off. Every bit of something you’ve loved could over power, the selfless self of you, still left to cry alone. So what you loathe the purpose they have, They’ll prefer their peace over every mile you walk on thorns. Accept it’s the difference you share with another w...

A hundred days I’ve lived on my own, Holding in every ounce of this heart. I kept it in my closet of broken ribs, still keeping it from falling in parts. . But this life never goes the way, I plan it to make the journey alright. They all come in the way I walk, Share the warmth but just for a night. . They give the bait of happiness, to the greedy soul in search of love. They have me stop by the road, And showed where flew all the doves. . So I turned where they led me, giving them a piece of my heart. For now I am living in pieces they own I wished they share it back their part. . But they took me for a guest there, While I was naming them a home of mine. Their path was cold so were their hearts, I urged to hold hands but they always denied. . Cold Hearts hid under their chest though, I was raised to never deny sharing my parts. Soon they walked away leaving me alone, Parts of me left here & Parts with those cold hearts. . ~S...

In the woods of this far off land, where no lights fall upon. I walk in numbness with no direction I could call mine. So in circles I chose to walk for a little while, In search of ends where some hopes were still alive. The woods felt like graves, of laughter died long before. And the leaves stood still, keeping it static in the heart. Neither did no birds fly, to whom I could talk for a while. Nor did no winds blow, and it sucked me out of this life. This was no land where life survives, so how could I do. But I had to walk down here, for no home owned this mind. It hence took me to the wilds, where stillness was paranoid. So far from home it kept me going, or just made me stand in a void. And when my knees wrecked, and hands felt broken. I fell down and screamed in pain, to gods that never existed. “Bring me home, Oh dear Lord!” Some place I could call mine. Why was I lost in desperation, for who left me a million times. It was something my soul was mad...

See. It’s a thing about this life you have. You won’t die all at once. Nobody does. You will rather love some people around, and make everyone a piece of you. And when you’ll complete yourself, with the bonds you make, part by part, You’ll realize how your death’s going to come. You will so die one piece at a time, with every bond that ends. And while you are alive with some parts, you make peace with the dying others. See this is how life works. Nobody dies all at once, But a million times one by one. It’s just the last piece they have of themselves, that ends, We call it death! 

In this world of majestic souls, how often do you meet yourself? The one that was superior to all, carrying the heart of an angel all blue. I wonder if you’re still friends with the one, you used to love. The one that spread the aroma of innocence, all inhabited in you!! But if not lately, have you met your old self travelling alone, And you’re still stuck in the acceptance of the world’s dynamism. I urge you to lock yourself from the world, and for once you do, I bet you shall find an angel in a closet that once lived in you. And if tears stream down your eyes, having met a selfless self, Don’t you wipe them off, like the mighty cowards learn to do. For once you cry your heart out, and you’ll find in the strength, To realize how you’re living now is just a symphony of death. No more should you believe, that you are in all resonance, And parallel with that someone you once used to be. The old knew nothing but love, even if the complexities hurt. And now ...

Amidst the collisions of dust, and thick smoke all around; I hustled my way all through the suffocating breaths. Like a volcano once erupted gas that choked lives to deaths; I still inhaled the toxicity eroding the rush in this head. How I wished I had the gleam of this life’s clarity, And the vision would feel like living with a crystal head. But this is no life on the lands of some heaven, But a blissful tragedy of living as way too human! So as way too human, I trembled my way ahead, through the smoke that only I exhaled ironically. To reach a brutally honest mirror, reflecting every bit; Of eternities left behind, but I was too human to handle it. The reflections showed how life had once tried to teach, That longer and broader eternities have their limiting ends. But I was too human to accept the terminations it showed, That I spread even more smoke so as to hide its every end. It needed super human solidity to see your homes all destroyed. But I was ...

I wondered if life were a trouble, how strong would stand my knees. ‘Cause then it won’t be my world to rule, and it’ll murder me in my sleep. I wondered if I had in me the powers to battle, Against things that once scared me in those dreams! How I used to pray in such frantic expressions, That peace showers if future has such needs. I used to teach the reflections of me, that dreams aren’t the same world. No matter how it burnt me every night, nowhere` long shall it ever whirl. But the heart in me would pound as if, It is struggling to keep me alive. And there I beg from the gods for mercy, That Heartbreaks are places I don’t get to arrive. I wondered if life were a trouble, how strong would prove my heart. How would it stand the withering realities, the trauma’s about to start. Less I knew the streams would head me, To shores I’ve been rowing against. So soon would come the days of dark,  And I can’t jump back as that past is fenced. No...

The way it’s meant to be, It shall be! The universe shall make it happen, the way it’s meant to be! Then why don’t you put it at halt, my dear! The rush in your head, trying to control everything you see!! So what, You saw a couple kiss at the backyard. Why do you pull your hair off under that bed sheet? You know there’s nothing worse than this! Memories in your head, having failed your own feet!!  . You fell to the ground, for your feet shivered. You couldn’t stand back up, like ropes tied you down! These ropes be the thoughts paralyzing your soul. They have shackled your body and mind in bounds!! This Night, weak-kneed, is a long journey to travel. See your thoughts have already crippled you down! You crawl to the bed, to rest your frail spine! But an escape to such peace shall never be found!! . No wonder you’ve become a pawn of this mess. Your tangled mind is unable to marshal what you feel! You know nothing but merely a fact. That your thoughts revo...

They’ve been here, and gone all at once, Like stars did to me, one beautiful dawn. Yes, they covered my sky, one fine night, But faded like they’ve never been mine. I sit here, gazing at this hollow eternity, And it is nothing but static all around. So many things running through my mind, But not a single word I could utter out. How I wished they made me strong, Staying there forever and ever. But it feels like a fragile glass now, Withering to have my soul bleed out. No, that dawn was no beautiful, For it took away the millions existing. All those who once lit my bone, Have asked me lately, to sleep alone. The wind here feels dry now, Drying up my desires to breathe. Far away, like birds they’ve all flown, And I lay here, trying to sleep alone. Now, I fear the skies over my head, For its empty and everything’s gone. Now, I fear the nights to come, For I k...

 To the Dearest You, Breathing under the same sky as of mine, Staring at the same moon and praying for life. We’re in the same shoes my dear, With a million others trying to fit in that fine. So I’ll sing to you in a rhythm, That matches the beat of your heart. For we live a miracle of our own making, The belief in us shall stand firm and hard. We’ve embraced the chaos, the world’s burning in. The agonies, trauma and a million sufferings. We’ve seen them struggling on their ways, Inspired to walk on our own with a grace. Yes! I know you believe that you can, Walk on the thorns this life puts further. I know your smile remains the best attire, For you’re a brook in a world’s wild fire. I’ve seen your eyes wide open, Believer! I’ve seen through it a beautiful world, you believe in. The strength you have in those glittering eyes, Can see a brighter future, the world might be living in! I know you believe that innocence has st...

Okay! So, before any prejudiced you be of the next moment you breathe, just know you owe me a smile. Coz, what you know of the moment now, is nothing but your eyes staring, and unnoticed breaths slipping away. And there is your mind lost in the words to validate the statements. So in the middle of the thoughts, just remember the dawn when you woke up to the Ordinary, yawning & passing the day with the routine meals and work. But somewhere in the middle of that bloody static living, you’re here, randomly reading an unexpected awakener! Learning what ‘Amazed’ could mean in your journey. Cheers, for you know you can feel this instance with broader eyes than you open, and with bigger life than you live. You know you can breathe heavy this time and hard embrace the moment you have. Amazing is that you know that seconds aren’t slipping away but lived instance by instance. And every moment here, you are conscious of your existence and cheering loudly for your life. It doesn’t matter wha...

                                                                                Dear Diary, Today, A Falling sensation led the sleep be bruised, The dawn felt scary as the eyes could see nothing but dark. Under my bed creeped loneliness that muttered “Your solitary self shall live another day in past.” “NO!” I screamed, to the empty space around, “Not another day, you’ll see me yield”. As of something above smirked, “Whatever little soldier! You know no love shall salvage your broken ships.” This wasn’t just another day, my dear, As I remembered to have spoken to the dark. In my sleep, the past had screamed, “The day Shall vanquish again, too firm and hard.” Trembling feet stood me up as the sun could see, I was numb yet ready to run, to escape what...