Raw

all that loss
does not go away in a jiffy
tears cannot wipe them
the wounds stay fresh
below a little scratch
the rawness slows
the raging fires
in the heart…
hold on to you
stay afloat
this shall also pass

Many went ahead

Walk before the tiredness
pulls you into a lull
feel before you can’t anymore
love before the dreams shatter
don’t let go of it
it’s your life.

Stay calm
no matter how much
torment the storm is causing.
Stay assured
since you feel that
this shall also pass.
Stay strong
never know where or when
the life takes the turn.
Many went ahead
many will follow
nothing new, nothing more or less.

The source

You lose your loved ones

Deadly sharp stabs pierce my heart

You scream and cry yourself hoarse

Tears spill from my eyes

You writhe with the pain unknown

I seek its source in the frantic nights

You give up on life

I shut my eyes and die.

The ghosts

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?

Paranoia

The paranoia that you spewed
through the words that distorted
the expression;
sparked the dark anger
in the placid moment of acceptance of the craziness as mundane, dotted on the sheer sea of existence.