Saturday, January 30, 2016

Feeling Blue one bright sunny day

Significance

O accursed stillness of the night sky
O twinkling stars in the vast ocean
Why with each moment do you
Make me realise my immense insignificance
When all I hope is to escape into
Is a remote, cold emptiness
Where the only importance lies
In my survival and hence my significance...

The Bitter Reality

If only reality would sink 
Into the dark abyss of illusions
Where the wind of false promises
Lifted the soul to peaks of delusions
Instead of the whispers
Blowing stark truths of sorrow
To shatter the glass encased heart
Beating for a love that never comes.

Written in the depths of Sorrow. Perhaps what Lekha said is true and I really have never allowed the sky to darken enough. I just seem to rise up to fight after each knock. The wise would lead us to believe that this is the right way to live but I wonder what makes the Wise so? Am I really winning the game by getting up or just falling deeper into a trap layed out for me? One thing that I do definitely know is that Sorrow truly inspires creativity like happiness never can.

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