Tortured Shoulders

The world of academia is very pressurizing and can sometimes attain a point where the feeling of hopelessness creeps in and swathes the mind. Before an exam, I felt quite weary and weighed down by the same ... That surpassed my threshold, I started writing this.

Tortured Shoulders

A smile on the young one,
As it beholds its unfamiliar fate,
Soon shall presume,
But a mere groan of,
The depths, a time's sudden demise.

Inferno this world, should scream,
Mindless minds have enlivened,
A slack of time and space so real,
Unnecessary but commanding, worthless,
A chain so cold to hold.

Like truth is deprived of its meaning,
Has laughter, mundane sequences,
At a pace of thoughts they scale,
To an exorbitant weight,
I beg for perspective, see?

My light to ignorance, closer apart,
The quintessence of innocence, dead,
Beats the poison and lacerates inside,
Screaming can such overcome,
A pain of tortured shoulders?

Blind they see not real,
Words behind the curtain,
Fool, realize and empathize,
See a soul inside,
Not a reflection, so nebulous.

Letting go costs more,
Than a mere agreement,
Buried inside myself,
The darkness trances me,
Blood, fate, time and all.

Screaming inside,
Let me go ...

The Heart of Life

Poetry seems to be a very significant outlet of the feelings venting up inside of me. Hence, I adore writing poetry. This is one of my earliest ones.

The Heart of Life

As you patiently lay waiting,
In the sweet warmth of your thoughts,
For the silent funeral of today,
Rare is it that you should consider,
The clement season’s end.

The moon smiles down in all it’s pristine light,
The night draped in the finest blue,
If looks have a lucid language,
And the same emblazoned with seductive allure,
I daresay it all matters down to nature.

The altruistic God gifted this,
This – a beautiful offering of life,
Yet what they do thinking of the excruciating,
The remains of which is an onerous present,
And an oblivious future.

Look beyond this surreal life,
Open your eyes to the unfathomable silk,
Sewn on to the delicate fabric of life,
So you see the luster and not the disdain,
Indeed will it festoon a face with a benign smile.

Spread your wings to minds awakened,
Kindle the heat within yourself,
Find what truly holds you high,
And indeed as time heals all,
Await the abated storm of malignancy and sorrow.

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This picture shares quite a lot with my personality, I'm
always lost in deep thought of the future or lament about the
past. But, somehow, I also live now. My mind races, linking
all of present to the past, thus producing a pattern for my
future, and accordingly, by the law of attraction, I always
plum into thoughts and pull similar circumstances.

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So, it has been of utmost glee that today, of rarity broken, a few unknown souls visited my residence. I did acknowledge them previously to the circumstance but this time there were two more of their family, both juvenile students, the elder, has underwent all the torture of the shackles of academia in 10th grade, CBSE that I am weighed down by. As wisdom comes with age, the white tongue of hers was a traditionally conditioned one, with accented dialects escaping her mouth. The younger was a fine lad, his temperament playful and his thought processes very creative. I had joy sharing experiences of front of the imbecile box and was admiring their relationship. How I longed to have an elder male sibling, no one but the God and me silently know. But, just last year, indeed did I rummage around insanely, looking around for one, when I did achieved what I wished was a goal. His name is Ganesh, a tall, ingenious, bright haired, cheerful 25 year old. Sharing affections is a pure act, especially when it is unconditioned. I learned a lot during my presence at his place and following the sequence of events was my learning of giving selfless affections to everyone around me. How beautiful it is! And secretly, every individual is assured of having reflected back his love to anyone. That makes a subtle change in who I was, for I wept at destiny's confinements with fate and its congregated beauty. I look upon that with high reverence. A lesson was learned from my past, which says something.

My Light.

Perhaps my presence was for a desired meaning or for a use beyond all of itself, I have decided ... perhaps it is of better circumstance that I let myself out. Bring my insides out and further inflame any burnt will that postpones itself in me. All of that red hue, my anger and the black unseen, my sorrow, I can set loose all, mischief unfold ...