A Confectionery

My tears have dried up, And my breathing is shallow.  My vision is blurry,  And my body, bruised.  My skin is parched,  And the soles of my feet bleed rivers. These shards are all that remains of me. And they're strung; no, They are tied together rather carelessly.  They clink every time I take a step forward,  And disapprove of the winds of change.  And yet, somehow, everyday,  The universe tugs at one end of the string, As though saying, "Come on. Don't stop." I sigh, and roll my eyes, "Leave me here." "A little further, there will be light.", it says.  But we all know, the light at the end of the tunnel has no meaning,  if the tunnel is an illusion.  Sometimes, I feel like I am whole. But then the clouds gather,  And the breeze matures into roaring wind, And the skies tear open.  The thought washes off, Like dust, off windowpanes.  And the universe tries, ...

People To me Are layers and layers Of ungrateful mistakes And dirty secrets Draped in a hide of pretence  Words coated with seething envy Only, To come out as sugar Their daggers of pride always unsheathed Waiting, to writhe the joy out of the other But again, hidden To the bare eye Surprising, How we all claim to be innately good! What are we deceiving ourselves for?

They say the most beautiful art comes from the most broken hearts.  Tell me, is your heart broken too? Is that why every word you write unearths a buried emotion?  Tell me, are you wounded too? Is that why every stroke you paint  Stirs up a tornado of thoughts? Are those wrists wrought with scars, too? Is that why every note you play Evokes an abeyant feeling within? Are those memories hurtful, too? Is that why every breathe you take, Is a sigh in a predictable guise? Is your soul shattered, too? Is that why every time you face the world, You take in some fragments to create a new whole?

Sometimes, your heart wanders across the seven seas, escaping your stiffened body and refuses to come back. It is uncaged; unperturbed by all that holds you down; it is free, as it always was, until you decided to lock it up and silence it. It makes you wonder about all the people you could meet, all the places you could see, and all the things you could do. But you decide to ignore this despairing thought.  You're high up in the sky, looking at the miniature world below, living a hundred lives, all together. You let your heart wander for a while, you let the ephemeral happiness take you into its welcoming arms. But slowly, you realise that it's all fading. You're now falling, slow and swift, back into your plain old box. Your landing isn't as easy as you thought it would be; you land hard. You realise that you've been wandering, so you shake away those distracting thoughts and put your mind into order. No more distractions, you promise yourself. You ...