Stuck

Stuck in the deep
Deeply sad times
Time is running so fast
Faster than thoughts in the head
Heading to hit the wall in full speed
Speedy recovery is what we say
Saying things will be alright
All are shaken to the core
Core is losing the hope
Hoping for the best

Gates chained
Chasing the lanes
Raising the dams
Damning the senses
Facing the phases
Crawling like ants
Breathless no air
Shouting for help
Praying like insane
Catastrophe we live

Failing to play
Falling like preys
Reds in the rain
Blaming the heaven
Firing the flames
Burning the deads
Ashes are left
Smoke prevails
Soul lives
Energy is left

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Snippet from my upcoming poem

Shaking my wavy long hair just like the silverbeast I breathe to free the freak in me

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A Poem about…Burning the Self

This poem is about how the Self overshadows the Being, as I get entangled in my own patterns. How pain, rage, damaged brain & veins create the image of the haunted phase, while the Being is simply present in its pure essence behind these patterns, created by the Self.

Burning the Self is a poem, through which I’m trying to set me free. Poetry helps me in resetting the eye of an I, which is often covered with pain body of different emotions.

Let me free me from my see-through & tight hold of the reins
The shining pearls I’m dripping in this beautiful & heavy rain
The clouds are dark & heavy, they are veiling my layers of pain

Crazy lines I’m scripting through the multiple black spots in my damaged brain
It’s not in vain when I say my phase is the one controlling my haunted scene
It’s like the red tint is tainted when it flows out from the inside of my stressed out veins

The way my top frame is screaming out in top form the rising rage
I go crazy when my brain blows out in pieces to ride the insanely strong waves
My mind is sometimes constrained in square shapes, I’m not able to losen my grip

Sharp thorns I’m shedding by burning the outer surface of my thick skin
Deep dents I’m hammering out of the deformed shape of my swirling face
It’s my Being standing out peacefully behind the ashes of my burning Self

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More poetry and poem about self & being: 7 Days in Hell, Bleeding Orchid (1). Giving up, a poem written during a dark hopeless time (2). Related to a poem about self and being burning.

Complicating the Simplicity

This poem is about how we all have tendency to complicate simple things and then we are entangled with the complexities of the simple matters in reality. How we underrate the unknown energies and sometimes only look at the meaningless theories, without the proper knowing.

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