Of those million times I have fallen and lacked behind. I seamlessly write the syllables questioning my existence which are sceptic of permanence.
Have I not looked far from the open window of scars. Have I seen the world not from glasses but my own eyes. Guess the pinnacle of pain and commitments in vain wouldn't have been so high.
The scripts on the walls incised by the society are yet indecipherable by this naive of I. Not that I regret of it, I know; My melody can't form their chorus just as their lyrics can't be the song of my life.
Yet after hovering for 18 good years I am deaf to celebrating cheers. Confined inside the hall of structured walls, seems like I am no more afraid of the scripts, left indecipherable, for this life itself is not permanent. The very own 'I' gains momentum and changes from milk to butter. -Samiksha
I stand over the hill, drilling my dreams, singing childhood rhymes. But so many times I hear an inner voice; echoing, deep drowning. Performs my soul then rituals for almighty, to ring me up on a fine sunny day, so my soul shines under the legacy of the serene ocean. I far sight my thoughts and their flight. They call for sublimation to the hands of death. Seeking for the curtains to fall in certainty engulfing hues of blue ocean. The ride of consumed thoughts, rise to wave to the albatross. Coral beds cushions my bewildering soul. Surmounting a halo, I muse ... and sail across the ocean, with my poetic bards. - Samiksha
It is not my impotence that red is my defiance. The red sindon is my defence don't misinterpret it as an offence. Red is my manifold emotions; My love! Anger! Spirituality! Red is my halo against virility. My untainted spirits become flawless, when it baths in stainless RED.
My sheets emersed in red are sins for you. Don't forget mankind it's the purge which liberalises you . Don't assign me as a weakling just because I bleed. It's a blessing from angels for me to be freed. The day onsets with sun's red rays. Dusk wreaths with lucent blaze. The walk to the love is red. The walk to anger is red. Both wrapped in the reaped emotions of spirituality, marked with highness of devotion.
Red is Radiant ! Red is Efferent! Red is Devotion! To the angels of lord. -Samiksha
I am a mystery, yet to be solved Entangled parts of me Unknown, untouched, unseen Some embodied with the dark Some wandering in the glee
Soul pure as driven snow Tainted by the sinner in me Ceaseless crepuscule void enchanting But I'm allured by the dawn of new beginning
Played by destiny, betrayed by love All that left me in disbelief I don't blame love neither I praise it Rains don't make me sad Nights don't make me feel lonely
I don't see the beauty of the moon All I see the scars and a flawed mess like me Sun is dull, a soul burning in his own agony Stars are just stone dying relentlessly As i died for my beloved fulfilling her wishes
I've fallen in love with night and it's calmness I've fallen in love the stars and their ethereal demise And above all, I've fallen in love with the moon and it's scars Night is my salvation and I feel alive
This is my collaboration with @essenceof_pain . It was amazing working with such an amazing person like you.I love your writings.i would love to collab with you soon. Keep inking and keep inspiring