The story of my helplessness...

 

How do I release me from myself?

Break the shackles

that weighs down

my heart and soul,

I am a knock

and that is a closed-door,

The chains of desires and dreams

flame my essence and burn me more,

The dancing wisps of fire

smokes out my pain

and its crimson desires

then, I inhale it

to pollute myself again….

and this indeed is the story

of my helplessness,

a spirit cursed

into eternal unrest

even if I scream in agony

of what could have been

the vocals get lost

in the noise

of this chaotic, silent world,

a slap of ignorance

falling back

into the darkness hurled,

Even if the universe

was blown out

with blizzards of raging inferno

or somehow

could be plucked out

every sorrow’s brow

How can one run away from

oneself?

my soul is smeared with wounds

dripping pain

forcing into my conscious again and again

This indeed is the story of my helplessness.

“kya hoon main aur kya samajhte hain log

sab raaz nahi hote hain bataane waale

kabhi tanhaiyon mein aa kar dekhna

kaise rote hain sabko hasaane waale”-anonymous

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TRANSLATION: what am I ?

and what do people think,

all secrets are not meant to be told

come sometime into my solitude

and see how they cry

who pretend to laugh and be bold….

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