The Asylum of Darkness: THEDARK side

It is there, thumping…

In a corner, lurking around

Breathing, slow, heavy, harsh breaths

It enjoys the darkness, turns blue to black,

The smell of remorse and grief are like flowers laid along its track

It feeds on laughter and joy,

Play’s with your emotions, like they were some broken toy,

It kills the senses, you see nothing butblack,

It eats you from within…leaves you an empty rickety rack

Chain it down,

What If...

A different attempt this time. Enjoy reading!!!

Security. A word that defined the way Samar lived. Financial security was the reason behind his low paying government job, emotional security was the reason why he was still living with his parents, but living, he hardly did any of that.If there ever were moments that he “felt” life, they were very few but the moments were very simple and to him, priceless.

He had felt happiness in being alive when he experienced the air whistling in his ears while he rode his bike. He had found the joy of living when he was served that yummiest butter chicken at one of the roadside dhabas.(* How ironical isn’t it, he felt lucky to be living when he ate a dead animal?*) He didn’t remember the name of that dhaba and hated himself for it. He had found the joy of living when the falling raindrops and the cool breeze made it difficult for him to stand yet he stood there to experience it.

But he had lived these moments when he was young and to him, now times and changed and he had to act responsible. So he never went on those rides where he would push himself further than the 60kmph mark or when he would allow himself to not wear a helmet when the weather was nice.

MY SOUL

I remember you today running down the hall

to greet me even if you were sleeping,

adhearing to every single call,

chasing you around the house,

as if you were some mouse.

You hid beneath the sofa set

and I was waiting for the ball that you went to fetch.

Sleeping in positions that would be hard to imagine.

Bringing a smile to my face every single time I saw you sleeping.

Walks at odd hours

with you besides me were never scary.

Today even the thought of it

makes me weary and shivery.

There is a lot more fromwhere these have come.

Memories of the time spent together

 which I will cherish all along.

The small things that were a part of my life

are long lost and will never come back

no matter

As I Leave..

“I have to leave right now, but I shall come back soon

Please wait while you can, for when it gets too hard, let me know

I might not even be able to come then, but at least I would know nobody is waiting

I may not be able to make your life more comfortable, but when it’s not

Smile for me, just a little, whenever you think it is fading”

“You ask too much of me, you give me too much hope

You ask me to wait for you as you leave.

I Wanna Be Me

In the darkness of the night
I walk on a path unknown
I don’t know where this leads to
I don’t know what I might find

All I know is that it’ll lead me to a place unknown
All I know is that there nobody shall judge me

Please Smile For Me This One Last Time

Put on your best smile and look at me for one last time
Don’t say anything to me this time, don't put on a frown, oh please no, not this one last time
I have only darkness to surround me, to it I shall succumb
Please smile for me this one last time, oh please.

I knew I might not live forever, who does

The Sheer Beauty That Was Her

“Sir, would you like another coffee?”
“No, thank you. Just get me the cheque please.”
His eyes still remained fixed outside,
His hands on the table alongside the 4 empty cups.

He sat there every day,
And placed the same order
He would look out the window overlooking the street,
Sitting all alone with his eyes focussed, not letting them wander.

At this time a tall slender figure would walk out the bank,
Her delicate hands holding a purse, file or putting away her black silky locks,

A Plain Sheet Of Paper

We all have a clean slate to start our lives with
Which we blot with our mistakes
Then take a peek into others’
As if to cheat in this life’s test.

Mine has too many strike through
Too many that it looks as if I am the most imperfect

Make me a phoenix

Make me a phoenix and give me those years to live
To experience like the unwise and then learn all there is to learn
Make me a phoenix for then I shall experience all that there is to life
Then from my remains let me be reborn

The past erased like it was somebody else’s
Burn to flames my mistakes and all those experiences

When You Left

You left footprints in the sand and i know it for sure
I had only turned around for a second
And couldn’t find them anymore
The wave took the impressions with it
But left the very same sand
And now as i am not sure where you went
So right there i still stand

A Was and A Will Be

There is a was, the reason we cry..
But there also is a will be, which is why you should smile :)

A Dark Outline With A Darker Shadow

At dusk i saw an outline
A dark outline with a darker shadow
I could see it moving
I could see it approaching
With fear there was a curiosity in me
To see the face that belonged to the outline,
That belonged to the shadow

I expected it to be dark
I expected scars, marks of stitches
I tried to lean in to steal a glimpse

Tending To My Wounds

There were times when we fell down and bruised our knees,
And people would come sprinting after us just to get us back on our feet,
The injuries were hardly there yet there was a deep concern,
And with age the same feeling would never return.

You fall down and stand up before anyone sees you,
You hurt yourself and bandage it too, cover it with your clothes so that no one can even see the bruise,

A Place With No Names

A different attempt.. posted with second thoughts.. *fingers crossed*

What would it be like to have no name?
It would be mostly be the same for everyone: 'hey', for a friend, foe or acquaintance
I wonder what would be like when I would want to call someone
Would I touch their arm or wave from a distance?

It is funny to imagine the chaos it would create
Some guys would have pounding hearts when they'd see a hot girl waving from a distance

Is It Time To Say Goodbye Already?

The silence was menacing
There was a disharmony in the lost words
The air between them was already tensed
It was as if they had turned their backs already

The one confession changed it all
The one sentence took it all away from them

When I Thought I Had Won

Just when i thought i had reached the shore did i realize i had reached a rock in the ocean,
Just when i thought i had climbed the hill did i realize it was a part of a higher mountain.

What i saw was the smaller picture, tip of the iceberg,
What i believed was based on incomplete knowledge,
I hadnt analyzed, i hadn't contemplated,

The Power of Words

It can hurt you more than the deepest wound,

It can make you believe a lie,

It can throw you in an emotional abyss,

Or make you imagine sheer bliss.

Manipulation, flattery, understanding, jokes,

Advice, preaching, command, curse, or a prayer,

It all needs to be spoken, if not aloud at least in the mind,

Rise above the bullies

A mellow breeze accompanied by the soft ruffle of leaves

Sunlight giving warmth and the wind teasing my locks

I walk with a light shiver and cold hands in my pocket

I am ghostly white as colour leaves my cheeks

My eyes are swollen for they are devoid of sleep.

It has been days since I fell asleep peacefully

Not awoken by a fit of panic

Not revisiting the moments I dread as I dream

When the past haunts..

“I am not a child anymore, I have grown up”

I tell myself

“I know what to do; I can tend to my own wounds”

To all others I say

I have the armour – the shell I have for myself

I have the wisdom – my own experiences

I Seem To Have Forgotten

Dedicated to all hostelers

I seem to have forgotten how it feels like to be home
I seem to have forgotten how it feels like to have someone to take care of you every second, every minute
I seem to have forgotten how it feels like to have awesome food all day
I seem to have forgotten how it feels like to have peace at night

It was nice to have forgotten it in a way
It was nice to have people laughing when i fell

Wanna live my childhood again..

Wanna sleep that peaceful sleep..
Wanna dream that dream again..
Don't get it why i ever grew up..
Just wanna be a three year old again..

Wanna worry about homework and teachers..
Wanna worry about not scoring again..

Give it a thought..

When you look in the mirror, who do you see?
The person you really are or the one who others want you to be?

The lost soul

A short story..

Wild flowers blossom as the sun shines down the horizon. The wind blows soothingly and carries with it the smell of the earth and dew drops still linger on the leaves. A lone figure walks down with mind elsewhere and holds something tightly. The faded blue jeans and the plain white top makes her look pale. Her hair fall down her pink cheeks straight and end in loose curls. Her black eyes look down and

The Dark Side of Me..

I wake up and find a shadow
a shadow as dark as the night
a shadow that is hardly visible
only somehow it is to me, when to others it might

might barely be noticible
''then why is it to me?''
is the question i ask myself
when to it, others are obsolete

probably they aren't bothered enough to notice
but it matters to me and it will change my course of life

I Plead Not Guilty

There are cases when you see some crime (major or minor) happen around you and you walk by thinking it isn't your business. But then are you not guilty? Inspired by the Keenan and Reuben murder case, and also the Jessica Lal case. Are the by-standers not guilty?

He needed my help but I didn’t know him

He saw hope in me, but I didn’t want any part in this

I was a bystander, a passer-by, who was at the wrong place at the wrong time

They had stabbed him in front of me, I had witnessed gruesome the crime

I went closer when they left,

Called the police as my first response

I tried to lift him up, called for an ambulance

But then I realised I had witnessed a murder, I would have to plead innocence

I tried running with blood stained hands

I tried washing off the stains off my shirt

The Plight of a Flightless Bird

I wished for a wish and it was only half granted

I was given wings but then I couldn’t fly.

I looked like who I wanted to be, but was only halfway there

I could only wish to befit the place I had wanted to escape.

I look up and I yearn,

I spread my wings and sigh,

I only asked for one wish all this time,

Alter-ego

There is a part of me that feels numb, that feels chilly, that feels cold

The blood tries to rush to my brain, but it stops like it has been told

To not let me breathe, to not let me think, to come in my way of emancipation

To not let me cry, to not to my shout, to not let me forget the transgression.

I feel numb and it feels cold and it feels chilly inside

But I can’t think, I can’t judge, I can’t even let my emotions decide.

It was not always like this, there was laughter and there was sun

It was not always like this, there was a time later in my life when it all begun

I reached out but was shut down, I persisted but was cut off

My fingers touched your back, met your explanations and to the lack thereof

Friends...

You meet, you greet,

You introduce, you smile.

The first time you meet a person,

Judge them to be honest or vile.

I did so with many

And ended liking only a few

Maybe coz they never liked me

Or maybe I had seen them through.

I have friends I could count on my fingertips

I have friends I could submit to

Growing up, as it is..

I was at first given a world of my own

Where I was safe in a cocoon

It was like a dewy morning

But soon it was noon

My eyes were unaccustomed to the world as it is

My mind didn’t know how to make wrong from right

Yet I was placed in this merciless world

Symphony Of The Broken Strings

Nothing can materialise from nothingness, Well, the universe did..

There is no sound of silence, But we hear it..

There is nothing to be seen in darkness, But we see it..

Comic ironies of nature, But we don’t laugh at it..

My Encounters With The Written Text

With every page I turned, with every word I read,

A new image formed or an already existing one got a stronger figure in my head.

It was blearing out what it hid inside its cover, it shouted all the details to me,

It told me the truth I thought in a way it told to no other.

I took it as a confidant, someone who confided only in me,

ending all alone

It is easier to cross a dark tunnel
When you see light at the end of it
It is easier to sit through the most horrifying moment of your life
When you have a hand to hold while living it

It gets so much more convenient
To lean on to somebody
To look up to them
To not make your own decisions but have them be made for you
And when it all goes wrong