Things that matter.

A poem, you ask?
I sit here and think, wondering what
we are,
when doors are shut
Tight and hard.

Alright, I will come with you for the trippy fight;
also, came with my freshly chewed skin,
All the prose and adjectives are here
We’ll keep them the way they have always been.


Let me give you a guilt trip with rich metaphors
Like the whispers you heard last night,
we’re beautifully demonic; we walk like angels.
A war against the world, you say? would you dare?

When next time you come to fight beside me
I’ll remember everything you tried to shatter,
But my question is , are you here because it matters
Or for the fame that comes later?

Gods are dying in my country.

Centuries ago, during the
course of evolution, humans
brought the whole species
together, on the base of
One belief system; Religion.
We thrived. They say nothing lasts
forever; humans have this obsession
with change,
To know more, To be more.

And now ( fast forward to ‘I’ )
As ‘act of God’
I see my country moulding
beliefs of generations.
God has now become a tool
To control masses; we are given a
Reason to be scared of the sacred.
I see them locked in fancy buildings
like you and me, having 
‘no right to speech’, worse,
they can’t even speak because
no one is actually asking them.

/I used to think/
I’m an atheist/
but lately/ I have started to
believe otherwise/ like y’all/
I too have a holy book/

My God is as panicky and breathless
as yours. I watch TV
till my heart starts aching,
I clutch the Constitution
close to my flesh, with hopes
of lending some air to it;
I hear him suffocating.
Then I sleep to the weeping
sound of my God (Constitution);
who cries with all the other Gods
because Gods are dying in my country.

Prompt by Samyak

Apocalypse

Silence knocks on my window everytime it snows; I have an ache every time I hear your name. This time, spring came with the bittersweet memories, my kitchen smells like your favourite street food and the aroma runs through my veins, urging me to run away .

We are oceans apart yet its heavy on my heart. This sweet scent is telling me
to run
and
find the way
back
to
you.

//They say time will heal the heart
but it hurts everywhere//

Like the apocalypse your memory is playing in my head, vivid imaginations peep into my soul. Convictions constantly trying to reason with the cause. Metaphors climb, chisel and breaking my vision, as I curl into my fears.

Ephialtes

I often find myself with the ghosts after the whole world goes to sleep,
The world say those creatures are horrifying
but to my wonder I saw them weep.

It always seems like their darkness is my comfort even though they suck out my light,
My world sometimes seems dull and shallow do they have it bright?

They know the colour of my nightmares and all the words that drag me below,
How the world starts slipping out of my body
whenever I hold on and try to swallow.

Breath by breath I try to walk, not sure about the horizon or meadow,
I was told not to go too far as hell has nothing to offer, now I know.

~🧜‍♀

Reminder

I carry you every where
just not in my heart,
And keep losing my mind
at the thought of a new start.
Sleepless nights
and exhausted will,
My soul is lost
at the top of a hill.
You’re the most prominent scar
on my chest,
Keep getting worse
if I stop to rest.
I keep you
at the top of my lungs
as a reminder of what not to breathe,
It keeps me empty and fine
just like a swordless sheath.

Fears

Walking through the empty streets,
Behind all the crumbling sheets,
Listening to my beasts,
Crying, on repeat.

I know every flower of ceiling,
Stumbling under the weight of feelings,
Tired of kneeling,
Waiting for arrival of healing.

My fan is moving,
My vision is disproving,
All the voices are fooling,
Only pain here, is blooming.

I forgot to turn off the light,
Everything seems quite,
At least,
I’m not alone in this fight,
All my fears are here,
By my right.

Hailstorm

Wolves are hollowing at the peak,
Birds going total freak.
Is this reality or a dream?
I can sense some subtle screams.

Intense, destructive and cold breeze,
Is this city on the verge to freeze?
I may sound off, i may sound mad,
But this clime is, really bad.

In a blink of eye,
Earth started to cry,
Increasing it’s load,
Sky started to explode.

I am forced to run as the rain begun,
Hail stones are no more fun.
Its hard to breathe under such intense shower,
Nature never fails to prove its power!

Whole place is covered in white pebbles,
Weather really is, on another level.
I never wanted to witness hailstorm,
Maybe its safe inside the dorm.