Short poetry
Lost piece
Struggling to get out from the darkness
That I created, lost and weary blinded by the worldly creations
Passion was long lost, drowning consciousness I couldn’t get hold of,
The end was near, and all I could see was fear in my own eyes, creations in disguise and a lovely piece of my own mind.
Wasted chances, destruction everywhere, completely engulfing me with nothing to take care.
All I could wish was some sort of leniency for the patience I kept and the memories I long cherished.
Mere words
Lost and found, the memories fading,
A time I remembered when no one could
Moments explained in mere words
How could I sit enduring such foolishness
Dreams like a lost pendant
Shining in the darkness where no one could reach
Hard it was to understand, words that denied me
Thoughts
Memories that even you could forget gets inscribed in those pages by words that no one can understand but only you. They say it’s just mere words but for you those mere words mean a lot more than oneself. You lose it once but find it again and again as if it is a dream lost in darkness where no one can find. Yearnings that no one can understand.
The Road She Walks 