Are the ghosts trying to make me speak?
Whatever they want to hear
the words do not get shaped anymore, into the suave sentences;
they just tumble out
in a chaotic bundle of despair.
The effects are swept
under the carpet.
Do you hear them?
Tag: Poetry
Scars
The intellect becomes burdensome
and seeks a logical construct
to validate the emotions
borne off some long lost hurt
then the brazen takes over
creates the havoc
that leaves the indelible scars
on the wounded collective psyche.
The blank
At times the blank envelops
the slide starts into
the deep dark bottomless pit
you are transfixed as it seeps through your being
your eyes are locked onto it
till you decide
to break away
with all the might that you have.
And there you are!
The life has won once again.
Hiatus
It has been a while,
a little escape
a little break!
Life dropped unexpectedly
into the lap of demands
by the unknown dark forces
circling like vultures
ready to pounce
on that one piece of peace.
From the West to the East
A couple of days more
I will take the wings
And leave behind the
smells and vibes
Up above the clouds
my precious time
will be drowned into the oblivion
a day of my life
will cease to exist…
Will you ever know
that I did this for you?
Deepsh27 