Short Post 14

In the sea of what if’s and it could have been

A wave washed ashore

Thinking what if

the vampire is not scared of the sun

what if they hide away from the sun

not cause of death is scary

What if the sunlight would only judge them

for staying alive.

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The untold stories created a melodrama

in the pages of the book which was written inside the head.

 

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The struggle was not to die

but to die living.

The struggle was not to stop failing

but to build success upon those failures.

Struggle was not for peace

but to find chaos, peaceful.

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just another day…. alone

Solitude

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Craft

Thought of merging daily prompt with weekly photo and here is the outcome.

Solitude , crafted to show the world

that one is a ruthless monster

but truth being it is just to keep at

bay the monster who is uncontrollable

even though it resides within oneself.

solitude the scared art of being

one with oneself and saving the

world from the devastation.

Standing in the darkness

and just staring into the light

knowing that the moment you

set foot there , there will be just

chaos. so for the larger good you just

chain yourself in the darkness.

solitude , it is a gift also a curse

difference is what one is running away from…

 

 

 

 

Staring into the Abyss

There was a part of life

where everything seemed

as a happy fairy tale

there was a pinch of sadness,

anger, love, care and everything

nice.

But along the way

the story got a twist,

the whole world

turned upside down

the once presumed miracle

turned out to be a curse.

The smile from the heart

turned into a masquerade

of happiness.

The cry for all of it to end

was in vain

for life had its own plan

not for the betterment

but for the torment.

Memories were not cherished

rather served as a needle

to poke the wound.

Positivism of life

suddenly turned into

an never ending black hole.

The paper also couldn’t

absorb the  enormous

load of pain.

Loads of paper, bottles of ink,

glasses of alcohol, river of tears

nothing could take away

what was snatched away

from life…

All that was left

was just stare into the

abyss awaiting for all of it

to end scared to jump

worried to stand

just stare into the abyss……

 

Cheers to life

Airboy89

and thats it…

It was meant to be

or was it intended to be

both lead to the same outcome

on a smaller scale.

memories were created

knowing that the

future was unknown.

It didnt hurt a bit

when reality bit in installments

But it hurt when the installments

added up to the larger picture

and created you and I

from us.

What once united us

made you and me today.

There is no tears in

the depth of regret.

There is no pain in

the well of depression.

There is just

a small

hope,

hope not for the new

beginning, but a hope

for a dark subtle

life away from all

and the world.

But everytime

I try to reach that paradise

which I call as such,

Is withheld by the thought of

the massacre it would

leave behind if i reach my destination.

there is no medicine to cure these

sleepless nights

There is no music to sooth

there is just

the thoughts, thoughts

which not all understand.

An all time working brain

to mum the heart.

Words metaphorically

trying to express the depth of thoughts

same time not to be understand by all

for that is meant to be; for that is truly intended to be…..

and that’s it.

 

Cheers to life

 

 

 

 

Short Post # 13

As the rain outside stops and the storm inside just starts;

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Happy with the illusion of happiness said the realist.

Happy with the illusion said the illusionist.

Happy with the idea of happiness, laughed happiness.

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Anger wanted to burn everything down;

heart just added fuel to it

mind just kept quite

Conscience just lite it

for sometimes demons are created not born.

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As I see the wolf dance to the tune of its solitude

the beats inside my heart plays a music

irresistible to dance in accord to it.

 

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There are isno forgiveness there is no vengence

there’s just moving on leaving aside all that hurts.

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cheers to life

Airboy89

 

 

 

 

Maddening the MAD

Maddening

Ages passed by, seasons changed by

but the stale memory never did change

As he stood staring at the stars

remembering that it was the same stars

which he once saw sitting beside her.

Life was cruel for it had

taken her away from him

but not her memories

only to haunt and torture

like an endless source of pain.

The god whom he once deeply prayed and believed in

seemed to have  gone silent

his faith was shattered not only on religion

but on humanity.

For he saw betrayal from the one

who was innocent as a baby.

There was anger there was a silent cry

unhearable by all.

There was a fake smile on the face

to hide away all the

pain,

Even death had forsaken him

for that too ran away when he sought it.

Society laughed, for that was all it could do.

but the pain, the tears never went away from

him, loneliness became his best friend.

That when he realized

bad people are not born they are

just created by the “good people” .

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That’s life many said…

 

cheers to life

 

Flee into the darkness

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The light is too light ;

for it has too much shine and brightness

which can blind the eyes.

But my old friend darkness

he is bespoken to all

no differentiation no partiality.

When the light dims away

he gives the warmth, the shelter

which the light will not.

For darkness is an ally.

so baby come let’s flee into the darkness

where you and I won’t be judged

Oh darling for in darkness

there is no judgment, for all is  dark

and heavy.For there is no competition

there are just darkness and the warmth of tears

where we can create a smile

Come let’s flee into the darkness

 

Cheers to life

Airboy89