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  • zenith_ 3d

    Does oxygen not kills you?

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    Happy and soul
    I breathe in the lost
    Pages could turn
    Tarnish a bit
    Yet you'll find me
    Under the sheets
    Stained and stinking
    Of his cologne
    Air you see
    Ambience I know
    Kill the vibes
    You might ruin
    The fabricated echo
    Plain I say
    Deformed you know
    How far does it
    Ever could go?
    There's dark here
    I promise I won't let it become
    Darker
    Yet you say
    You adore it
    If it were a little more
    How to count that?
    A little? Or more?
    Steps had a voice
    I could barely touch the floor
    Oh the scent!
    I must say
    I breathe in the lost!
    The walls speak of him
    No longer shall I listen?
    Carry me air
    For I don't remember how it feels
    Bring me sense
    For I have destroyed (the essence)
    I'll hope for blue
    Will you still bring me black?
    Fluorescents and scents
    They kill you through air
    A little, or more?

    ©zenith_

  • zenith_ 2w

    They often leave you with stains, and unsaid goodbyes.

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    Crimson wrapped
    And hailed
    Cascading down
    A weep on a night so down
    Stains rugged
    And rough
    The wall calls me
    Storing and closing
    Shutting and shattering
    How doors were ever so close,
    Too close to me?
    Half sick and lost
    Half eager and on verge
    Half and half
    If they make fifty
    Count me a little
    I'll confess in short
    Across the hall
    I may rob my own happiness
    Creating dreams
    I may never again
    Enchant names written on walls
    Half erased and mislead
    Mislaying as it seems
    Scratch the pain
    I may bloom flowers
    But who cares
    If thorns are a part.

    ©zenith_

  • zenith_ 2w

    I can still read this and love this and find this interesting.

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    Dusk touched the
    Belated life
    Pouring love anew
    Oh thy grave
    Call upon the salvation
    Walk half a distance
    Cross a mile forth
    Bridge the path
    Left by few
    Cover all bases
    The harbour awaits
    'Tween four and four
    You could cross sixty
    And still wonder
    How it was so soft and easy
    For a while
    Realise the stretch
    Things have been good
    And they ask for help
    Running out and in
    Circling a few and none
    Let the world be profoundly found

    ©zenith_

  • zenith_ 4w

    I'm sorry for I'm being unjust to myself.

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    If only I were finding art;
    I'd have appreciated beauty.

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  • zenith_ 4w

    I wished to write - some, a little, all.

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    Certain infinite strokes
    And some splashes of paints
    Makes my picture perfect
    I add colour to it
    Making it anew
    But I like it raw
    As if portrayed out of infinitesimal
    They withdrew
    And are glad to see my back
    And ambers fall to ground
    Bringing somber in
    Yet I adore the picturesque
    Made of colours of dark and dismal
    Yet glowing and glorified
    Walking from a pitch
    To threshold
    I realise I have not lost all
    I wonder this is a dream
    Too real to be real
    Words bind me
    And hope catches the strings
    Lying bare
    I'd never question faith
    Circumscribed in a vast void
    I nullify myself to eternal disgrace
    Offered to me
    Is a palate
    I tilt a little
    They catch me three-sixty
    Fall due to gravity
    They say
    I slipped
    I reply
    To and fro
    One-eighty each
    The world now promises adieu

    ©zenith_

  • zenith_ 8w

    Because certain things should never be left unsaid, especially goodbyes.

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    Erased by time
    I have memories painted in fog
    Worded into pictures
    They speak to me often
    Sometimes I listen
    Other times I don't
    Scratching the parts
    I realise the need to cover my marks
    All they hold
    So carefully
    Are daggers of love
    And promises
    And yet
    I lose onto things we waived
    I lose onto things we had
    I lose onto us
    Kept in silence
    Words were enough
    And yet
    Yet again
    The silence is what I heard
    Deafness is all I possess now
    Turned to ashes
    My soul lies bare
    Hidden in stars
    Our destiny
    Never aligned
    And all that matters
    Now
    Is a pinch of miracle
    That would bring us together
    That would not part us ever

    ©zenith_

  • zenith_ 8w

    मुद्दतों से ये जो मुग़ालता है;
    तुमसे कुछ कम, ख़ुदा सा है ।

    ©zenith_

  • zenith_ 9w

    Certain forevers' are meant to be.

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    I promised under my breath,
    to love the fall a little more
    to kiss the wind
    and to hold him forever.

    ©zenith_

  • zenith_ 10w

    बातें उनकी आज भी याद है,
    के वक्त ठहर सा जाता है उनकी कमी से;
    कुछ राज़ उन तक ही सीमित है,
    के बातें आज भी वो सबसे करते हैं;
    आज भी उनकी यादें कब्र है,
    के दिल हमारा अब कुछ धड़कता कम है ।

    ©zenith_

  • zenith_ 11w

    I've been running in loops.

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    Time and time again,
    I have watched waves of fortitude
    Over the oceans of courage.

    ©zenith_