Clocks.
Synchronised Clocks ticking Slowly move away No longer in sync Dead.
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Mountains to climb.
I know you’ll just be okay When you work Till your whole being shivers With exhaustion And your eyes cloud With salty perspiration And you push yourself Into that one last lap And keep pushing for another- And yet another. I know you won’t fall; That much faith is essential. And, wherever you trip, You don’t tread on again. With all those lessons You’ve learned on your way, You know you’ll just be okay.
Broken charcoal.
Each stroke of my charcoal pencil, Scraping against paper, Scratched out yet another scar Masking my feelings As they bled on paper- Black rivers running scarlet, And locked it there, A dam brimming Unleashed, Wiped off, in a brave Attempt to never Be uncovered again, Sunken Under alluvium.
To offer myself.
You need a soul to blame, To put on your causes of adversity. So let me offer you mine; I might drown Under the tedious current But at least, You will float.
Void.
You can’t touch it- The pain, Only wait for it To get to you And fill that void With vengeance. /written with a knife at hand/
Holding on.
Pages hanging on By a breadth of A mere molecule Paper hearts And discarded minds Holding on to life By a brief tether Sawed, By auspicious grim. /written with the last threads holding us together/
Now that you’re gone.
We miss out days of our lives Slipping into oblivion Of unrequited words That were better off unsaid, Screamed our judgement Every time our eyes met. Not a word escaped Through the iron gates. Our inhibitions, The castle’s gargoyles. Holding us back, Holding us down Underwater Till the world turned ugly, Bleak and stinking Of death; The same as how you lay In my arms Unmoving and unfeeling And now, now, Those sly words break free What use are those barriers now, When you don’t exist anymore? /written at the loss of a love unsaid/