My Ramblings

I want to be adrift this water My back would touch the pearls of calm, Nothing like the tip of knife. My paranoia finally at rest, I sigh. I want to be adrift this water. May be the fishies gulp some air at me And some may even jump yet I would be at peace with their intent. I want to float around in this water, Because it would do its best To not let me fall once it permits. I won't fear the lifelessness when it hits. I want to splash on in this water. Gripping me from below the benthos. I can kick I can turn I can slide I can run. I want to lie afloat this water, The microscopic colonnade of the columns For they will form me into a shape Finally an identity I won't hate.    _________________________________________________  Courtesy : Kathy

Today is the day I run, I run I run I run so far, To where no one can find me, To where I can be alone. Just tell me where's that and The route map for the same. I have too many things Too much haste to find on my own. Oh finally I would be alone. I and my mind at peace together. Rent from hustle of life, To think or not to whether. To end the dearth inside me The daily struggle of morning to night. Puerile me at best and rest. To not be ground like a truant I am not Resuscitate my half-breaths before they die. Hope once again is creeping I am ready to go. But assure me that Eden exists What if I get lost again. Oh boy! Voices in my head Are once again soughing. With the echolalia I feel timidity taking over me. They smirk and heckle Harmony of I and my mind. "At peace huh!" I feel a Roll of eyes in my head inside. Pawn of my mind How can I rest I remind myself. Sheared with the gangrene of mind. I am immobile ...

I was ready to melt into you. I had myself wrapped around you My arms around your neck But every condition you put up, Broke my fall. First at the elbow, Then at my neck My torso broke off then And finally my waist. So now I'm crooked.

It is just how it is. To accept what they say about me; I can't defend myself So they win unanimously. Cheer me down they call me names Tell me I deserved it, For I had no sense. No empathy, no compassion to no degree. A tendon burst then a bone broke Like that every muscle split Yes it was all my doing, And yes I deserved it. Deserved it to trust the malevolents Over the mountain of tenderness, My own heart surrendering to the heathens. What an imbecile I was! I only have glut of emotions Where I constantly beg to drown me out. Which smoulders my lungs into paper Turns into dust with mere touch. Laughed at the fool I was, Must be immortalized in museums. Yet managed to save my last breath The girl still can survive.