26 September 2023
Lonely introspection
01 January 2022
Guilty Pleasure
24 December 2021
Dear Loneliness
07 December 2021
Vacuum
Trenches,
Till the vast expanse,
Of the sky.
Collapsing neutrons
In the core.
Till the doused light
In dying stars.
From a widow's
Eyes to
Sinking hopes in
Hospital corridors.
Loneliness prances
Like a
Hell sanctioned,
Demonic Avatar.
And when it
Joins hands with,
The freak of
Re-enforcing silence..
The noise it makes
Is much more quieter.
Like it's a vacuum.
Sheer Emptiness.
03 December 2021
Lonely
25 November 2021
Reflection
08 November 2021
Tear Stains
18 September 2021
Hunter within
07 September 2021
Loneliness Everywhere
06 June 2021
Fed Up
15 January 2021
Wounded Pen
14 October 2020
War for Sleep
10 May 2020
Pain
04 April 2020
Fighting Oneself
27 March 2020
Stranger
19 August 2019
Not Lonely
Heart shattered.
Mind choked.
To be sad,
Reasons,
Thousand more.
With the
Gloom around.
Learn to live alone.
To be happy,
You'll need
Light no more.
16 July 2019
The Dark
When thoughts
Screech in the middle
Of the night.
You should see how
Vulnerable I become.
Washed away by even
The faintest of ideas,
All little and low.
Cornered,
Seeking support.
Daunted by the dark,
Even death hasn't
Turned up for my rescue.
Are you afraid of
The dark too?
If you aren't. Come,
Help me.
11 July 2019
The Addiction
The horizon lost
In the west has
Reappeared in the east.
And again nothing
Has changed.
The coffee cup
Still unwashed,
Scars unfaded,
The summer goes again
Assuring no warmth,
Rains without a lush.
And like a
Psychedelic song
Fashbacks in a loop,
Here I sit turning
Days into weeks,
Months into years.
Addicted to waiting,
Sadness is now
A habit.
08 June 2019
Verbal Carnage
Through the darkness,
I stare at the ceiling.
It can't get any emptier.
And the silence spreads.
Smothers my mind
With a blank paper.
A blinding white.
A lonely echo from
Around the corner says,
Darling, you don't need
A pen to carve
Your words tonight.
I'll just make you bleed.
And this carnage
Goes on very night.
And you my friend,
If you ever fall short
Of words, come. Collect.
There's enough
Bloodshed.
23 May 2019
Solitude
Stranded in
Our own thoughts.
We always end up
In ourselves.
The places we go,
The people we meet,
In search of a refuge,
The feelings we breed-
Are just excuses.
Means to an escape.
Let your lonely self,
Speak to the lone you.
Solitary days ahead.
Get used to it.
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