Dressed up in absolute silence,
Empowered in wonderful quietness,
Heard in royal toughness,
and moved in hushed stillness.
The beautiful darkness I hold in my heart,
I put on my quiet voice in the loudest muteness,
Nurturing the miraculous motion in the fiery mind,
A cinematic dream is growing up in blackness.
Fading into the shifting sand and pure tenderness,
The dark melody plays in tragic paradise,
I am free now, and freedom is my company,
Accompanied by my glittering rusty iron sword.
I am a slow-motion darkness,
I am a sunny bezel-less glass,
I am sliding like water,
Still holding the lineage of the warm blood.
I carry blackness between maybe and once upon a time,
The beauty of motion lives in tremendous calm.
Remarkable reticence deserves more murkiness,
As it paves the way to the beautiful mystery.
When first the soul contemplates secret things,
A silent beam doth pierce her to the core;
Yet what she feels no other eye e'er brings
To light, though speech should labour evermore.
Deeper than speech is Silence, where unknown
The Nameless best is known, past mind and sign;
Leave thou a thread, or none: the choice thine own;
Some truths lie best entombed in Dark divine.
The stars nestle in the corner, beside the plump moon,
Disturbed by the sheet of inky blackness being pulled unhurriedly across the expansive sky.
The days are growing shorter, the temperature feels a little colder.
The trees are dancing amicably, a sea of red and gold leaves pirouetting towards the waiting floor.
In lively pockets throughout the globe, a festival is occurring.
One which encourages the unity of several religions;
Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism and Buddhism too.
For five days, celebrations are rife, differing slightly, but following the same theme.
Dhanteras comes first; cleaning rituals commence, gold items must be bought,
Then comes Naraka Chaturdashi, pray for ancestral souls.
Third, is Lakshmi Puja, when the diyas are lit, clay lamps filled with oil
Allowed to burn brightly through the full moon,
Their presence an honour towards Lakshmi, bringing wealth.
Fourth is Govardhan Puja, religious ceremonies are performed.
Finally, Bhai Dooj celebrates the bond between siblings, unbreakable through strength.
Every Autumn, Diwali arrives, with colours so vibrant,
The peace and unity it creates, an inspiration to all.
A Lone Star
A star that shines so bright in the night sky,
It shines through the darkness,
But there are no other stars beside it.
It is alone, so is it lonely?
Or does it want to be alone?
Even when there is no one around this star,
It is still able to shine so bright.
It is the only light in the darkness,
And you can't help but stare at it.
You can't help but admire it
And wonder,
How can it shine so bright?
What made it shine like that?
Is it because of the darkness?
Or is it something else?
Does it have a reason why it shines like that?
Is it for itself?
Or is it for someone else?
Will someone be guided by its light,
Or will no one notice it?
Will its light eventually grow dim?
Or will there be someone to take care of it?
In the end,
Was the star able to fulfill its purpose?
The Star keeps chasing the Moon,
while the Moon longs for the Sun.
The Sun’s fire burns the Moon mercilessly,
and the heat of that wounded Moon
falls upon the star, crushing it in silence.
And somewhere, in a room darker than the night,
Destiny writes this story with an unforgiving hand—
a story where the brightest light of Love
still cannot erase the darkness.
1
I rose in the middle of the night
and asked
the darkness,
Who am I now?
Am I alive?
The darkness
gave no answer.
After sitting quietly
for a while,
I listened
to the sound
of my own breath.
Then
I put out
the lights
inside me.
I saw
that between
the darkness
and me
there was
no difference
left.
2
darkness
lies taut
across the river
lights glow
on the fishing boats
in the night
the boatmen
have begun
to cook
by the riverbank
stands a two-storeyed
house
no one
lives there
anymore
even on
the birds' wings
there is darkness
when
i asked
a person
like me
do you
want to go
towards the light
or
towards the darkness
he
replied
when
i was inside
a mustard seed
i was
only a mustard seed
i did not want
to become
the storm
of autumn
and again
when
i dissolved
into the colour
of the Aparajita
and became
blue
i did not tell
any sailor
of a submarine
in the voice
of rain
that there is
an east
with my name
written on it
now
tell me
light
or darkness
who
will help me
put on
the clothes
of an orange
Cme out
Door closed, surrounded by walls
sealed inside , darkness, cries, sadness, lost soul
Look around, alone, scared, confusion, cold
I scream, anyone there?
No responce
I scream, please help me?
NO responce
stand up walls too high
reach out to feel something
nothing but darkness
I scream is this real
No responce
weakness, no strength, my legs collapse
I fall crotched down in a ball , rocking slowly, tears fall
my hands grab my head, am I in trouble, the yelling echos in my head
I look up and see the light, but I cant reach it
the only sound is the voice in my head,
I scream Please stop talking, I scream STOP!
I hold my breathe, 1 minute, 2 minutes exhale deep breathe in
open your eyes, stand up, leave those thoughts in the dark
You know it will come again, maybe less time
Written down: Come out, the world is right outside your door.
The child inside is an adult, fighting whats behind that closed door
*continued from pt 2*
Our physical bodies are numb, and our souls, tormented. It’s why some of us hurt ourselves. We feel a lack of purpose, draining our desire to go on. With no purpose, no love, and nothing but brutal lapses in our thoughts and emotions, will we ever be able to break free?
We are the ones who wish to die and escape this world in hopes of finding a better life after death. Our only hope is put into things we cannot see or feel. And that lingering, underlying hope is what will either keep us alive to see another day, or it will be what sends us on. Peace is what we are in pursuit of. To bad we’ll never know when and how we might attain it until its already too late.
Please read parts 1 and 2 for a fuller picture on the state of mind of those who struggle with severe depression, mental illness, and suicidal ideation.
Thank you for reading.
No longer do i seek
divination through
antiquated sorcery,
Nor supplicate to nebulous
spirits in clandestine
reverie.
I renounce the esoteric, the
obfuscatory, the occulted
night,
For I have found an
effulgent, benedictory,
convenantal light.
My soul rejects
thaumaturgical illusions and
superstitious chains,
And clings to the
transcendent, the
veracious, where true
freedom reigns.
No hex, no sigil, no arcane
nomenclature can compare,
To the omnipotent grace
that answers every
whispered prayer.
Let the ephemeral
glamorous of witchcraft
dissipate,
I walk now in sanctification-
redeemed, restored, and
consecrate.
Stalker
Revelation 21:4
“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.”
King James Version (KJV)
The scary thing, the scariest thing
Is it hell? Could be hell
For me, the thought of leaving this earth
Without Him…
To escort me from earth, to everlasting
To usher me from death, to life eternal
To shepherd me, from darkness to light
The scary thing, the scariest thing
Is the hell that is hotter than a fire
The hell where God’s love is never
A place where God’s light can’t fill up the shadows
Hell is a place where a soul will never know
The sweetness of peace that is death’s great relief
The blessing of a light that shines, forever bright
The beauty of heaven, where He is wiping away tears
Heaven, where He is there to reveal
Heartfelt joy, everlasting wonder
Melodies so rich, like honey, sweeter
Sweeter than the moment of birth
So that death, the dreaded stalker
Fades into the Presence who is eternal,
Full of love, His Son will comfort the soul supernal
I once heard a warning from a sailor:
"Don't look at the ocean at night—the darkness offers an escape."
I wonder if it is the same for a soldier staring down a gun barrel.
As they run through dark trenches, fleeing death,does that cold metal cylinder promise a release?
An end to fear.The death of anger.
Or a quiet peace brought to a desolate land.
Many wonder, staring straight into that deep ocean of unforgiving quiet.
But peace demands a price in an empty country.
It means
a mother you will never see,
a wife you will never love,
a child you will never guide—
only eyes wandering a horizon that never ends.
But the sailor never taught me what remains unseen:
the sea always stares back.
It cannot feel your agonizing rage.
It does not share your lonely sadness.
It has no thought of family or friends.
Instead, it only waits for you to jump, and find your peace.
leave me to the lingering
leave you to the stringing me along
there goes my vacancy of interest,
i’m caving for you.
there goes my weightless breath
it’s collapsing my throat now
throughout my thoughts of you.
since you’ve taken leave
i’ve found it convenient to withdraw
from my tendencies to chase you,
so i’m holding back.
my fingers still symbolize yours when
my heat arises and when i get alone
because i can’t exist in darkness
without your face behind my eyes.
So sad the eye
That look upon another sunrise
That seems, a light, meaningless without you
For our love last outshined the brilliant sun
And all the lesser dimming shades we shun.
Our source bound as one
Continuous gleam of warming virtue
That blue-clad the golden sky—
But mortals die
And one day even I
Will fade from view.
The sun knowing only gloom
Exists beyond its sphere
Like the loneliness of this room
That calls you near
To comfort thro'
The night's despair—
Shades closed
Curtains drawn,
No moon
No stars
No dawn
I'll give you an idea of what I'm thinking
let you into my darkest room
I'll hold your hand just to comfort
peel your eyes you'll see soon
in the silence of the night
sitting all on my own
I offer myself help
and try lighten the gloom
Talking to myself
stacking thoughts on a shelf
in a darkened room
only light is my screen
in a darkened room
I 'm allowed to dream
In my mind I'm a superstar
been around the world
In my mind I'm superior
my flag has been unfurled
my dreams are ghosts in the dark
and they are haunting me
I'm still building a Noah's ark
and filling with my fantasies
Nothing outside these four walls
in my tiny prison cell
the world doesn't exist, thank god
so glad I'm on my own
In my darkened room
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