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Modhyni Doorgasing Poem
Sitting in a void
Staring at vacant walls,
Imagining its myriad colors,
Reminiscing about the binding brilliance in life
Ah, the heart!
Such a terrible foe.
Futile perceptions of the past...
Mercilessly, all the vociferates are ignored.
The venom inoculated with such lethal fangs
I will have to bleed a river for it to find my existentialism.
Copyright © Modhyni Doorgasing | Year Posted 2023
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Modhyni Doorgasing Poem
The echo
There is this echo,
the echo of Satan inside of you,
bellowing and seeking refuge,
This thing is called suicide!
the ghost of your own shadow pushing you towards self-homicide
This thing must never be on life's travel guide.
What pushed you towards such an abrupt decision?
for which there is no likeable reason.
No matter how hard it becomes in life,
Suicide is akin to self-treason.
Many do it because of mental illness.
but I hope you people are getting some help somewhere, please!
If not, then I am bowing down to you people on my knees.
praying for your betterment,
Some do it because of bullying and hate, but why so much disdain?
And some victims are shrouding themselves in this sinful blanket of drugs and alcohol.
Little do they know they are gradually sinking with their pensive thinking.
instead of suffering from depression.
Let's schedule yourself a mental health session.
Your parents chose to give you this precious life.
and you must know that there is always going to be fun and strife.
You think you'll win by ending with a meagre rope, knife, or drug.
Miserably, here your parents would be craving just a last hug.
When you must meet such a life collision, give yourself a good vision.
for which one day you'll be proud of having a valid reason by choosing life as a great decision!
Copyright © Modhyni Doorgasing | Year Posted 2023
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Modhyni Doorgasing Poem
You thought the sky was always blue.
Abruptly, it started raining with a substance like glue.
The beautiful butterfly flew.
And inversely, a sword drew-
You liked the morning dew.
But it was all temporary residues.
My destination for you was hazy.
And the longing to meet you was making me crazy.
‘All that glitter is not gold.’
Right?
But the mirage of the horizon is yearning me to approach nearer.
Was I being duped by my imagination?
Or was I close to my destination?
Hallucination.
The voice of light pierced the sanity of my mind.
Soon, the metamorphosis occurred.
What am I left to see?
I turned my head in eagerness to fly and ended up in the sky,
With wings plucking feathers one by one.
I realised the wings I got do not belong anyone.
It's meant for me to rise and reach the heights with a clear mind.
Copyright © Modhyni Doorgasing | Year Posted 2023
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