Broken glass body,
Of pens that once wrote the melancholies and melody
Tattered, shattered clothes across my lobby
Which once timidly sat behind my closet
Like a stupid prodigy.
From twisted figures,
Came those sharpest weapons
From torn and shattered papers,
Came a wrinkle, what happens
If you saw the scars in my memory lane
If you heard the reckless tides, I gained
If you felt my freezing chill on a summer day
If you tasted the red blood out of pouring grey rains
What happens,
If you could smell my burning pain?
Scratches on my body,
Of anger that found its way back on my skin.
Circles of darkness round my eyes,
You don’t know what secrets they hide,
because you love the way they blink.
From broken promises,
Came my strongest trust issues.
From black roses and red blemishes,
Came those wet tissues.
And a bruise, what happens
If you saw the truth, I never told you
If you heard the rumors that were never true
If you felt this strange affection with the word blue.
If you tasted the fountain of youth
in the time of doom.
What happens,
If you could smell my burning life?
Will you even accept the bad
In me when you say
“You are something close to perfection.”
Will you still let the sad
Mirage, burn your coldest May
Even when you’re stuck in my desert of regressions.
What happens if your five senses tell you to let it go
away?
Or what if they tell you to stay?
Because the mirage, desert and May will again
Occur, like an endless train of grey.
Annexure
1.
Lacuna – a blank space
2. Broken glass body- the pens that could not write the words i wanted
3.
a stupid prodigy - A stupid delusion that
one is able to understand emotions like a pro
4.
From twisted figures\Came those sharpest
weapons -The angst that I could not relieve even after disfiguring objects
around me took shape of the meanest words that I have said.
5.
torn and shattered papers - Too afraid to
write what I feel in simple language; metaphors are a beautiful hiding place
for me and a code that only some understand
6.
a wrinkle- wrinkle that you get when you
think of some unrealistic possibility
7.
scars in my memory lane- scars that I still
possess physically from an unpleasant incident or the scars that incident left
on my mind
8.
the reckless tides, I gained – the waves
which returned home from an island
9.
freezing chill on a summer day- unusual? Like
me being happy when I should be sad or vice versa
10.
red blood out of pouring grey rains- when
my pain can bring out your pain
11.
burning pain- one gets enormous pain that
hurts and now it has started burning; do you know what is it? Nopes.
12.
found its way back on my skin- when the
only way to lessen this pain and hurt is to hurt yourself more
13.
because you love the way they blink- when
one chose to neglect my flaws and look at the bigger picture
14.
black roses-when what is expected turns
out to be completely opposite of what it is
15.
red blemishes- when the tears burn your
cheeks
16.
those wet tissues- hope that tissues will
wipe out my flaws
17.
strange affection with the word blue-
when you can connect to my elegies and see the color blue as golden
18.
you tasted the fountain of youth in the time
of doom- when everyone leaves you and you realize their value/ the hope
comes when you don’t need it at all
19.
You are something close to perfection. -
nobody’s perfect!
20.
Sad Mirage-mirages make you happy for a
while giving you hope there’s something that you want but in my case even
mirages get sad
21.
coldest May- when you can feel the chills
of losing someone even in the hottest month/when a cold hearted person
is born in May
22.
desert of regressions- when a hopeless
reminder is given to you timely that who has hurt me/ when you become part of
that hopelessness
23.
your five senses- Five senses:
·
you
saw my scars
·
you heard my tides
·
you felt my chill
·
you tasted the blood
·
you could smell my burnt life
they always tell you to stay if you really
want to.
∞. an endless train of grey- because I am the way I am;
with 10 shades of love,15 of happiness, 5 of faith and 100 of unpredictable
shit.
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