I haven't been myself lately I have been prone to taradiddle ideology. Fragments of me, fragmentary of vainglorious society Mingled in a trope of theatre of pomp and frivolity
The merry crowd and me Became one I danced to their steps of gaiety Yet the goons of the shadow Lurked behind my back Sank it's teeth in my skin And i knew its darkness calling me home.
The dark tides of gloom took me in As soon as I lay on my bed, staring up to the ripped ceiling I was thrown in the slumber of dank depths In a moana where only the monsters dwelled Screeching they ripped my heart apart I died for the another night I will rise with the sun Yet i shall die with the approaching dusk,each day As I have been cursed by "tomorrow" and "yesterday" I will be dying a thousand deaths dammed ,as I am in a way Untill the God of death claims my soul and sets me free.
Unloved little girl Sobbing in a dark corner Waited for her mother to return The monsters scared her to the bones And she was all alone Some monsters have scales others appear just like us Miserable little girl Curled up had hopes someday Someone will be her saviour
Sweet little girl grew up A void grew in her heart along with her She fell for the handsome prince She forgot about the monsters who wore human skin In a day of the full moon The prince morphed himself into the devil And thew her from the cliff of heartbreak
She fell down In a world so cruel Nasty ,full of whispering vixens The wise old witch met her in the foot of the hill And taught her the secrets of heaven and eternal bliss
Wise Young woman now She climbed through the cracks into the peak of the hill crossed hell and confined her fears in a shell Her void tried calling her at the midnight She fought a deadly fight Fighting a war daily against her heart She was exhausted and tired Yet she moved her bruised limbs,held her sword And lived through eternity in war
One day she will win Zenith of fortitude lay few centuries ahead Till then she is a work in progress...
In a dank sulking day You lay beneath the sheets of your bed You are lost in a deep slumber None can wake you up People are wailing , they seek to see you move Nothing in the world would compare to your lust for life, you will to fight Parts of me twists and dies Each time ,I think of your grace to a society that came to veil your body by their banners and posters but never aided on your needy times Honest, as you sugar down the crippling treacherous blood of politics I wonder,will there ever be an another as you? The lover of art, the throbbing bard that dreamt of revolutions The man of science and conscience The one , true lover of his lovely land of blue hills and sweet people ,his Assam The sun of another pious soul sets tonight and there will be no coming back. All I could wish for now, is love for you For wherever you are They took away the organic you, but you shall always be a star in the hearts of the people that love you..
I'm new here.. but these 8 lines are from my 8 different poems.
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She dreams of the utopia. She left her tenebrous past behind. Her eyes radiate a colour of true sapphire. Poetries swim under her pearlescent skin.. She has hopes braided in her hair, Constellations bejewel her mane. She is a sonnet written in ember. She is perfect in her imperfections.
She is a torrent. She is a beatific string of pellucid drops too. Pouring from the fossil grey 'Nimbostratus'. She descends riding on a ravenous black steed of rumbling thunder, whilst taming the wild howling wind.
Unleashing her fury she sometimes pounds sometimes lashes. Splashes the window panes & splatters at the tin-roofs. She moves in a chaotic rhythm. Bedraggles.. washing away everything in her path.
Other times she falls down as a soft mizzle quenching the thrist of brazen soil drenching its core with her sweet nectar humming a dulcet melody..
She is a wildchild.. Tempestuous yet calming. Turbulent yet irenic.