Tag Archives: The End

Diseased … Deceased

Let go off me
At least now
Now that I have died,
Can you spare my remains?
Oh you evil darkness
Take a sabbatical
Have you not
Had enough
Sucking the life
Out of me
Since my very existence!
Clinging
To my unformed identity
Ever since I was breathing!
You penetrated your way,
Didn’t you,
Like a truth omnipresent
Inside me
Persistently Subsistent
Feasting away on my soul
My flesh, my blood
And I meekly surrendered
Bleak and bewildered,
A puppet
To your forceful dominance!
My heart pierced
Over and over again
I died a thousand deaths
Before giving up
While you cherished
My epitaph: –
This was but a crown
On your head.

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Sigh!

There have been golden days, so beautiful

We had held hands and walked the miles

Together …

 

There have been raging storms, merciless

We have stemmed the flow of water, stopped it from gushing in

Together …

                                      

Oh those moments of serenity,

Wrapped around our conjoined hearts as we trudged along

Together …

 

Time ticked on with a vicious speed

And now that I am shriveled with this disease:-

Cannot help but I am aged

As I read through the final page!

Am I wrong for not wanting you with me in this?

You can shout but I am not that selfish!

Your tears make me bleed but together no more

As the raging waters splash across the shores,

In search of solace I look right in your eyes,

And that makes it so hard to say goodbye!

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Death of an Alcoholic …

The right never seemed right

For I was never sober;

I swaggered on in my life in splurge,

I was in fifth gear!

The pomp and the splendor

Was actually pandemonium:-

But little did I understand,

Inebriated, I was self-damned

Boozing my way to the morning again

Red and black tarnishing my eyes,

The alcohol sucked my life’s breath

More than I could ever surmise!

And I thought I was celebrating life

Dismissing the hurt and the pain with glee

As I drank to my ignorance

Bathed in my sordid moral apathy!

The ethanolic smog grasped my soul!

Being giddy gave me solace!

Drenched in vile intoxication

I was the ignominy on the face of grace!

And that was the moment I collapsed

I was cold and the world was quiet.

A sated heart or a disgusted subconscious

Or both of them engrossed in a fight-

Immaterial, as the malevolent alcohol

Fulfilled its destiny, accomplished its role:-

I had already drank my way to false glory

No more was in store for the savaged soul!

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