Was worthy and reputed,
Was needed and recruited;
Was fresh and secluded,
UNTIL I WAS TORN OUT, NOW CRUMPLED AND WORN OUT!
It came and wrote out on me,
I was open and letting it see,
It scrambled on me with feel of hate,
but I didn't know its name was fate.
Was hoping and curious,
Was creative and serious,
Was fire and genius,
UNTIL I WAS TORN OUT, NOW CRUMPLED AND WORN OUT!
It dim the light of my eyes first,
Then slowly made my emotions burst,
It made me question my sanity,
I was completely stripped of my dignity.
Was sobbing and pleading,
Was crying and bleeding,
Was mourning and seething,
UNTIL I WAS TORN OUT, NOW CRUMPLED AND WORN OUT!
Now I was all covered in ink,
That brutal doesn't even blink.
I broke and shattered bit by bit,
Then it tore me and opened the slit.
Now shivering but healing,
Now fearing but sealing,
Now ended but... still feeling.
BECAUSE I WAS TORN OUT, NOW CRUMPLED AND WORN OUT!
I am not attached to the book anymore,
Though shaken to the deepest core.
It thinks it ruined me by tearing me,
But it doesn't know, that just made me free.
Because,
I WAS TORN OUT,
Just wait till, again I sprout...
___
You cannot escape yourself,
I know we wish to be someone else.
Comparison is an easy deceiver,
no one is much cleaner,
Everyone has their faults,
Your not the only grain of salt.
No one can share a duplicate identity
that would make you a nonentity.
Mere silence is all it took
to put an end to her soul's cries
Her heart, caterwauling in disharmony
has been waiting for the storm to abate
It has finally happened
Her heart no longer goes to war
as its deed has been narrowed down to one
- to fulfil its role as a diligent pump
in burning quest of keeping her body alive
With the power of her revived heart
and the courage of her liberated soul
The mountains she once feared
are finally beginning to move
THANK YOU
for
my
LONELINESS
that
SETS me out to many lanes
and
PRODS my mind to search on
that
EXTENDS my being to others
and
EXPANDS my heart to believe.
THANK YOU
for
this LONELINESS
that
WOUNDS my heart again and again
and
FORCES a reckoning of my emptiness
that
MIRRORS my raw loveliness
and
DRAWS YOU TO FILL THE VOID
when
piled
on
sand
my
LONELINESS.
Salt and sea breeze rubbed against my skin,
The soul left my lungs to inherit it’s win.
I looked around and found aesthetics in the dark,
Captured in polaroids , memorising my own heart.
The reality is what I don’t allow them to see,
It’s covered in stardust, saved only for me.
It took me a while to realise what it meant,
How the waves swept , how dauntless i felt.
They’d hate you for what you’ve been,
Leaving the possible reasons unseen.
Forgetting all of what you’ve ever built,
Calling it a facade , giving you the guilt.
When the wall collapses, it destructs both sides,
Something they won’t know; they’re too busy counting the lies.
How do you teach the stars to shine in sun’s presence?
That’s when you walk away, accepting their absence.
Returning to your own skies, creating your own reality,
Understand that it’s a beautiful vitality.
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