Wounded Pen

Sometimes 

My blood gets 

Frozen,

Skin turns thick.

Mind goes blank,

Pain becomes 

Illiquid. 

Empty walls 

Stare,

Blank papers 

Mock.

Solitude turns 

Into a mirror.

My reflection, 

A failed 

Literature.

I keep stabbing

Myself to make 

My pen bleed.

Ink-trails are 

The only way out

It seems.

Wounds are 

Portals to

Freedom,

When the soul

Does freeze.

Quill is the key.

And the bird that

Flies away is,

A poem indeed.

Phoenix

Each day, 

I make your 

Effigies. 

And

Burn them

By night.

From the 

Ashes,

You're born 

Again,

By dawn.

...

Phoenix is 

A bird that's 

Born out of 

Love.

And burnt

In loss.

About the 

Prison

It cycles in,

It doesn't 

Know at all.

...

I think

That's how

I'm losing 

Each day...

Hope in 

A prison,

Is not good 

After all.

..

Poem is a Flight

Mind took me

Places.

Hovered on

Dreamy lands..

Thoughts took

A shape.

A Blue Bird

Was born.

It grew wings.

Was meant to

Fly high..

...

But my throat

Is a graveyard

Where words

Often die.

A standstill.

Fluttered wings.

Poked my mind.

And hit

Some walls.

A frustration

Set in. 

Each day an

Attempt was made.

But how do

You make..

A Dumb person

Talk?

A pen

With a paper

Was such a 

Plan!

And at the 

Behest of 

Ink trails,

Emancipation came.

Thoughts flew

Off my brains.

Peace is just

Another bird.

Poem is a flight.

Vulnerable

I hum over 

The mundane.

Sing when happy.

Seek ink trails 

When sad.

Carry stars in

Pockets to

Swim through

The darkness.

..

Giggles in the

Funerals.

Not so uncommon

Dark humour.

Melancholia 

At will.

Long stare at

The ceiling fan.

You know..

Just incase...

..

Quite unusually,

The radio plays

An unfamiliar song.

Maybe Italian.

But who cares

Right?

Death has 

No color. 

..

The crowd and

Empty rooms,

Are the same.

Silence and

Noise, 

No difference.

The same strand

Of thought,

Which gave me

Clarity,

Has recocheted 

From the edges

Of my brain.

..

The fine line

Between black

And white is

Now lost in 

Grey.

And right now,

Even if you

Stab and say

"Trust me".

Maybe I will.

Right away.

..