With half closed eyes, he drowned himself in thoughts Of places he got stuck at And spaces that yelled loneliness. The thoughts always brought him back to the same place No matter where his fantasies went. He just wanted approval from one place One person The person he once valued most The one, whom, he never thinks of Because of the intimidation his love caused.
His wild and fierce love That, which caused only hurt A toxic love with tender inside A feeble weak heart that roared loud Louder than a lion’s angry growl Resonating with the empty cries of his heart A raaaawwwrrrr roar… That can only be felt not heard. A heart that needed love from someone else Before his cigarettes killed him Before his existence cracked, tore and blew apart…
How he wished to be an ignorant dumb suck The one who could stay aloof from all these feelings. His insides burnt like acid With all the absinthe drunk in an attempt to cool his heart The laughs that fermented over eons of severance Now still stung like cold crystals on a winter night. As his eyes rained, a sick memory looked down through the photograph With dead eyes and frozen smiles. As the night ended, he thought, “Now, What shall I do, with all these thoughts?!”
What is death, if not liberation Freedom from oppression And the ugly nature of ‘inhuman’ beings Be not afraid to die my friend! Be afraid to live For it demands utmost sincerity and respect towards life!!
With blood curdling howls The darkness crept in From nowhere to everywhere As it beared it’s daggers A malice tinged saliva string Shot out like a beautiful comet Possessing the naïve body Getting ready to go berserk…
People called it a monster Shunning it in every way As they ran, Ran for ‘their’ precious lives Leaving their slowest kin behind Because only they mattered All the while ignoring the fact That they created it!!
I laugh when I hear people say things like, “suicide is never an answer. You should talk. Be more open. You should share your feelings. Kiss my bum, etc., ” If you so firmly say suicide isn’t the answer, do you know what the question was!? Do you ever even wonder about it??
Because, people who say these things are the same ones who laugh at you when you open up. Stinking hypocrisy!! No wonder it is still a taboo topic in our society. They believe you when you say there’s a ghost. But they don’t believe if you say you feel depressed.
Suicide is the outcome, not the answer of the victim. It’s the end stage of the disease called depression. It is how the victims answer to their problem/illness. Nobody takes away their life on a whim. Everybody wants to live. But think of what forces them to take such a step. Be more empathic!!
How to be more empathic?? Talk about these subjects oftentimes. Stop being mean to one another. Share constructive criticism. Be truthful to yourself.
And to people who feel/are depressed, I’ve got nothing new to tell you guys. I won’t be there for you. You’ll be on your own. Seek medical attention. It’s a disease, not any taboo. Speak about it. And believe me; tomorrow, there will be sunshine! Just live to see it. ‘CAUSE IT’S WORTH IT!!
Today I am a crook I got scabies in my heart Heinous deeds I commit Without remorse Nor even a speck of guilt I spit venom with my charcoal fangs Yet I remain pure in the eyes of God Because, that doll I made forgives like a loyal dog Making me a saint for tomorrow!!
(P.S: SCABIES in particular because the mite becomes more active at night causing increased itch metaphorically telling increased crimes committed at nights…)
City of Heaven; A cemetery to countless trees And even more life forms termed as wild They are built with tall buildings And humongous gates Made of alloys to keep away the bears A straight lined civilization made by calming dynamic waves of insanity Making sure that chaos doesn’t return and establish itself again…
Because, we feel this as a city of Heaven But in reality, it is a cemetery to countless trees!!
I’m a doll Just call me a puppet Dancing to the tunes of world Never ever listening to self, even when old I swim this ocean pulled by strings of gold But, what of gold? I CAN’T BE FREE What if old? I DIDN’T BREATHE GLEE Muscles aching and still dancing Why can’t I stop, just breathe and let go?? Oh, I forget!
I see creepers crawling through the windows That building which once held his head high Looking down on it’s guests with a lowly eye Now is crumbled down to his very ruins. That’s when I realized, It is not the bricks that tell the tale But the people who carry it’s will with the gale