Curves on my scene
Writing on the screen
Spots in my brain
Mending the frame
Numbness in arm
Playing the b-ball
Sweating on forehead
Focusing like insane
Restless is my mind
Resting to thrive
Snapping the strings
Isolating in my crib
Losing my skin
Feeling so sick
Death in my voice
Tearing ocean to dive
Burning the soul
Stomping the floor
Staring at stars
Sensing the void
Closing my eyes
Balancing the path
Beasting the art
Beats of my heart
—– Burning the Soul —–
Burning the Soul is a poem about my struggle. I fall, I rise & then I fall again. I don’t rise every single time. Sometimes I need help & sometimes I keep trying until I rise again. It’s a learning process if I look at the things from one angle. It’s a new way of living this life if I look deeper. Everything appears so tough & difficult from time to time and yet every single thing can be simple, beautiful & mindful. I do have two different pairs of spects – i) to look only upto the surface, ii) to see through the layers. I use them both from tip to toe, depending on my state of mind / heart.
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Please check these poems as well: (1) Drop-dead, (2) Magnificent Bastards by YouLittleCharmer
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