It's a pattern of soulA movement of drumsTranscending through feetNurtured with hipsAnd glorified by the sway of my hands It's a whisper of warStomping through beats, heart beatsTraversing spaceGathering limbsAnd tormenting waists It's a tinkling of melodiesHumbling heartsBreaking cursesBreeding peaceAnd birthing tales, tales of surrender It's a whining of thoughtsTrembling with doubtUnhinged and regalAs the …
Sometimes I yearn,What for?Even I do not knowYet the swirling with in growsDay by dayIt elongatesBlinking at the hopelessnessAnd groaning with lonelinessSometimes I hurtFrom what?I am certain it's plentyA list would not exhaust it allYet a restlessness ensuesDay by day It criesLonging for freedomAnd weeping for changeSometimes I hopeFor a life of certaintyA time where …
My heart feels so heavyEverything has lost its gloryIf you could only walk in my shoes,You would see the anger withinThe despair your words have brought meWords you wielded without careNot even minding the hurt that ensued in their pathYet you sat back and spewed that hateThunder would have struck me dead Here I am, …
As my mind wanders, Clouded like the sand at sea, Seeking the reign of birds, And the tremble of leaves, The dreams within weep with sadness, Drenched in doubts of the morrow, Encased in promises of the soul, To live with nothing but joy.
On the floor, she lay,Drenched in fear,Grasping for air,And quivering against the piercing cold. In the dark, shadows loomedSnapping branches of the leafy limbo,An abyss shattering from ambivalence,And clamouring for Hope. On the floor, she lay,A life dissipating away,Agitated, trembling, gnawing at death’s threshold,And riveting the edge of the restless last. In the bleak of …
That day started just like any other.With her on her knees,thanking the creator for yet another dayon this measly planet.Her lungs expanded with every intake,and her heart palpitated to the joy that came with breath flutters. It was just like any twenty-four hours,Depicted by the Moon gently sleeping,As the Sun tardily made its way East.With …
I can feel it. It's swirling all around, Wrapping me up in envy And clothing my cartilage in accord. I can see it, It'sbraiding all over my embodiment, Shrouding my dreams in bitterness And consuming me in jealousy. I can hear it, So sour at the anguish, Jeering through the cyclone, And scraping through all …
The roar of Cars exploded in the atmosphere. Streets were a war zone at this 6th Evening Hour and across the street, she stood. Without a care in the world. But if she only knew how she affected him. In knots had become his stomach everyday at this Godforsaken hour as his eyes got their …
At the Heights of Dawn is where we all are. Naked in thoughts, Naive in mind, And terrified at Heart. The closer we are to what makes us we, And lesser we feel contented to be Who we are MEANT TO BE.
The birds sing when she is born. Babies cry when she joins the gods. Toiling is all she knows For life teaches her nothing else. The sun shines. And the clouds mourn. Seasons come, And Seasons go. Yet for her, The days are nothing but the same. She smiles through the tears, And laughs through …
THE ROOTED MIND 