War

War is a stream of blood.

Yet, also a stream of love.

War is played by weapons.

But, also played by words.

War is a package of depression.

Though, also a package of success.

War is a game planned with trickery.

Yet, also planned with strategies.

War is rage.

But, also discipline.

War is insulting.

Though, also respecting.

War is a step towards death.

Yet, also a step towards a newer generation.

Random thought…

Consistency promises fruitfulness.

What was everyday is now almost never.

Trust blooms love, honesty tightens the bond.

You: my flower and a pure knot,

Until a tide came in,

Washed my petals away and made my knot loose.

Now I am wearing unlaced shoes.

Far, Far away

In this hole I sit,

Millions of miles away from reality.

In this hole I think,

Millions of pages filled with rubbish.

In this hole I eat,

Millions of bowls with peoples spit.

In this hole I cry,

Millions of tears for what I’ve become.

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A plant that took long to grow,

Every passing day viewers, questioned it.

They fed it. Pampered it. Loved it.

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That plant now a tree.

Every passing day, viewers cursed it.

They abused it. Complained at it. Hated it.

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That plant now a paralyzed soul.

Every passing day, it tried to hold on to hope.

Lived in denial. Prayed for mercy. Spoke with optimism.

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That tree now far away in its own world.

Every passing day, staying very still in heavy wind.

Depressed. Crumbling. Dying.

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That beautiful plant was me.

That grown tree was me.

That broken soul was me.

Decaying in an endless trail of painful words.

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I am far from good.

I am far from evil.

I am away in a space my mind created.

I am far, far away in a place in which only words float.

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I am far from happiness.

I am far from anymore sadness.

I am away in a never-ending wreckage.

I am far, far away in a debris of my broken self.

Can’t forget you

Can’t forget you

I’m standing in the rain,

Spreading my arms out to feel the cold droplets,

But why can’t the rain wash away these memories?

I’m walking down street,

Embracing the sun as the rays touch my skin,

But why don’t I feel like the times when you held me in your arms?

I’m lying on the ground,

Looking into the sky at the twinkling stars,

But I begin to see your promising eyes looking back at me.

I’m closing my eyes to give up,

Letting the darkness engulf me,

But I hear your voice saying ‘I love you’ continuously.