Muted Soul

                                   I peeped into my agony and decided I await for the time 

The only sound that gave me company was the breathing of my soul, in the far end I heard a distant thunder. Tear drops rolling down..Monsoon was always my favorite time ,today I loved it more the pattering of the rain drops subsided the noise of my crying and confined it to the room. I didnt want my pain to wander around,when you are in a family you have to think more than just yourself.

How could I not cry for others it was just a break-up while for me it was a relationship to which I gave my 7 years.I had cultivated every moment to make it memorable !

They said why didn't I smile ?

 They said I had to move on ?

 They said I had to be me !

 But they weren't the ones who lost him the way I did.

Then how could they say everything will be back to normal.

How can everything will be normal and be back ? How can it be ? Drapped in those breath taking shots of agony I was lost ..Simply lost ..

The tears turned my constant ally and I learnt to be numb. And mourn the death of this relationship.

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Portes

"I  brood behind the shut  doors awaiting your arrival.
 Scream, within the walls in sickly sweet sous vide emotions for my survival "

My frozen cries needs a pasage for endurance.

My muffled grief seeks a companion for attendance.

I didnt shut the doors to keep you out,
I didnt shut to keep myself within.

I shut it all tight to see whether you would ever knock on it
                                            Once !

Would you barge inside to melt my tears and make me dance ?

Would you break the door to swallow me within your substance ?

I have been brave enough to stay away from you ,
facing those lone miseries,and sustain.

You might not have have answers to all my troubles;

but your presence can clear all my dark doubles.

Did I just hear that knock on my doors ?

Or is it the wheeze again teasing my wait's score !

I still await your arrival
I still wait ....

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Bruised Heart

                     "I want to be heard ..I want to be that little bird"

I see behind those smiles rests a land for destitute;
 Behind the love is my servitude.

I am the bruised heart of thee,
Roaring like a Banshee.
Seeking to be an escapee,
Acknowledge my insanity plea!
Freed me into the heavenly sea.

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Wild Child

Wildness captures me only when the scintillating drops of poison fuses into me.
Otherwise I am tamed by destiny to prowl in the darkness of agony and allure in eminence.





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