Eyes look like
Vacant emotion
Of dry tears
The plea to cry lidded
Beneath thick walls of kohl
Utterances, answers- reduced
To orphan talk in phoney voice
Unclaimed belief frets loosely
Within the hold of hypocritic truth
Movements, motion- maimed
To mere mechanic ticking of time
Forced routine and dreary steps
Fall back into cycles of thoughtlessness
Words are left to decay, meanings remain confined
Only to dictionaries
Abbreviations take over deep emotion
And falsehood prevails on
Faces of men
Expression left to degrade, and reasons
Are denied a place in the mind
Repeated discovery of monotony leaves
A smile as a meagre cloak to wear
….
Understanding finds no existence
It’s substance replaced with the
Ego’s denial
Acceptance becomes another myth
-talked of yet never believed in
Demarcation of Time lies in troubled boundaries
-the past, walking into and haunting the present
-the future lies in it , already predicted
-And the present thus getting lost in the spiralling trench of time
Injustice resides in common place
And Love brings in advocates
Having conditions and terms to reside
In hearts polluted with dead decay of life
Success is monopoly
And Fate is a game of fortune
-one makes another sow seeds for him
and reaps the result himself
The other funds ways to reap without
having the need to sow
And the one who sows, does reap
but has only thresh to keep
Peace- a debate in forums, left exclusive for shaven heads, white cloth
And men who abandon the pretense of life
Each flower blooms unnoticed
Moon wans each night without a glance of awe
And fresh winds come to screeching halt at the tall concrete of man’s will
Childhood, innocence- captured in pictures
The digital realms of which would suck it in through gates of irony
…..
So many facets fallen, dimensions deframed
And essences of being- lost forever
Yet unaltered words from my heart do pour,
-like a ripple through the surface of my soul
Travelling through the mortal expanse of flesh and bone
My scrawls meekly mimicking the sound carried from within-
I write to catch with the speed of my thought
In uncared for rhyme
And randomness of rhythm
I write
I write of what ails within me
Not poetry, nor a piece in prose
Unclassified, yet undaunted
The words of sounding silences speak
For alas, structured cast was never a way of what God made
and all we’re yet to seek
Marvelous words full of so much emotions. I like it. I am glad I came across your blog
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Always my pleasure 😊
Thankyou for you generous words.
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