I can’t unwind..
I can’t find my own voice..
I am failing to reach deep within the depth of my soul..
Am I lost?
Category: Poem
Hiding from the self
Mind turns inwards
Wearing many hats
When lost in pain.
Without letting in
Silence to break
The emotive heart,
Without letting tears
To form a stream,
The self pulls off
From the screen
Allowing the mind
To repress the woe
The game goes on..
An emotion peeks in,
and I stop.
Feel caught in its grip,
and I stop….
Then at the epitome
Of fog of grief
Wherein the mind
Can no more hold
The cloudy eyes
The self comes back,
Sits with the fears,
Recaps all that gone,
And then let all the
Tears out in private..
Slowly the self is
Back on its feet again
Yet nervy in the divine
Temple of acceptance..
I am no longer ‘I’ in a dreamless sleep
The senses away from the mind,
The consciousness suspended
I am in a deep sleep so as in death.
You can’t be without me
As I am the girl for your soul
You are fooling yourself when
You just make me go away
Wrap your arms around me
As you want me as much as I do
Hug me tight from my back
As our hearts do beat as one
The power of his eyes
The magic of his fingers
The naughtiness of the all
In him make her so hooked
And inseparable from him.
Your warmth continues to spiral
Forming an insatiable yen of desire
Within the strings of my heart
My musings dissolves in yours
When your fingers slide around
Playing the familiar song in my nerves
You are my life breath, don’t leave me
Alone, making me out of breath
She lives every moment in his breath, cuddled by his love
She is all alone if detached from the warmth of his arms
Never had she thought to win over her emotions for him as
Liberty from his armor of love could outbreak her too badly
But on a day she wore a dispassionate mask so deliberately
That her heart was reflecting the evidence of her adaptability
Still once in a while she loses her grasp over her mind
And her soul whispers “I am not ignoring you, never can I.
But the more I am unseen by you, the more I get used to that”
It’s just a play of a burning heart in the hunt for a balance.
My old friend dropped in for a visit
Whom I treated memorably though
I love and hate her at the same time
Love her for making me matured, but
Hate her for making me miserable
Only she could see the crying lips
Hidden behind an exquisite smile
She, “the down mood” reminds me
That life is not always fun n cool.
A diamond necklace adorned me
Awesome, my mirror called me
Overwhelmed in proudness
Enjoyed the envious eyes around me
Until I found two blind eyes staring at me
Was it my own soul, masked under blindness?
