When words have lost their power;
Silence, more meaningful than asseveration
Spellbound to the conflicts of the heart
Staring vacantly into the void
Every utterance mulled over,
Petrified of rousing wrath.
Averse to the sarcasm and scrutiny.
Face downcast, ominous desolation
Exasperation spiraling to impotent rage;
Helplessly witnessing the erosion –
of all things sacred.
This chasm, unbridgeable;
Veil of uncertainty –
drawn to blind the visage.
Scrimmaging to gain the –
moral high ground.
Slipping and sliding headlong
Drowning into an abyss
Past the event horizon
Darkness engulfs me like a shroud
Twin orbs searching the depths
Reaching out to tether –
with columns of familiarity
Visions of mutilated parts
The noose hangs overhead
Hate for the self perpetuates –
like viral pain
When failure becomes your friend
You wish the rest of you –
would melt away.
Is there a choice?
Killing yourselves softly
A 1000 times a day
But it’s not enough
until the deed is done.
Save me from my fears
and the darkest thoughts of her
Carry me through times
Feeling sad, meaningless & depressed
We stride with purpose
as if we are the overlords
masters of our destiny
we raise our fists to heaven
to establish our dominion
Time looked back
she simpered at the arrogance.
muggles meandering in meaningless circles
scripting inner monologues,
to justify their existence
In this plane of existence
a journey that we call life
like busy bees dancing a strange routine
lies, lust, money, vanity & power
the many faces of illusion
so many things – important things
devices to exaggerate our self-worth
How we miss those?
where withal be our zest
sweet nothings and an iota of fame
soaking ourselves with words,
and actions to cloak our emotions
grandeur & majesty,
failure & insignificance
All means to an end
In the end, who remembers?
the sum and substance of our lives –
a point in an infinite line
plotting a course to extinction
thoughts decamping into the
shadows of a distant past.
Feasting with the crows
feeling so down…. miss my kids…
( If you know me personally and you feel the need to unwind… Please find another spot… This spot is reserved.)
When I saw you step away
I didn’t think it would be permanent
I knew you would want to fly away
but never envisaged your flight to be godsend
Things that we promised each other
The thoughts that we shared
Secrets that were nobodies business,
became the talk of the marketplace
How much, we have fallen
How much have we dismissed each other
The betrayal planned and impenitent
sans guilt or compunction
A word would have been nice
A ta-ta would have been gracious
But you left me with neither
Not even a brief moment with the children
If I had to do it all over again
I would not change a line
my heart will always be yours,
but my conscience will always be mine.
No regrets, no second thoughts
but for the tantrums & screams
of little feet and fingers
from a distant past.
— Prashant Thomas