"If you wish for me to beg for forgiveness on my knees, then so be it.
I abandon my pride and my crown.
But please, I beg of you,
Say something."
____
This serene white cloth and your calm face wrapped in it, is a sight I can not bear, even in my nightmares.

#OC #noveldrafts

I used to play a million scenarios of us in my head, everyday.

I dreamed of a past with you.
I dreamed of a present with you.
But never did I ever, even imagine of a future, without you.

Yet here we are.

It's three in the morning,
I'm sitting on the porch,
crying my heart out,
searching for you in the moon,
While you are somewhere lost in clouds.

#Atuneofbrokenhearts #agony

And I fell in love, once again.

Only this time,
Her eyes, were truly looking at me.
Nobody else.
Holding my image, with so much affection in them.

#love #random

In these stars, we find our love,
Twinkling bright in skies above.
In these clouds we lose ourselves,
Wrapped in beauty, like precious elves.

Our tapestry, woven with care,
A love so true, beyond compare.
May it last, forevermore,
In these stars, we adore.

#scribble #shortpoetry

Epitaph of scars

These scars I have, a testament of my strife,
Etched upon my flesh, a map of my life.
Each one a story of a battle won or lost,
A trace of memory, a scar at great cost.

Some strange badge of honor,
or a prison of pain,
My heart and soul held captive,
still struggle to sustain.
A past too painful, a future too bleak
Yet these scars are all I have,
a truth I must speak.

A testament to love, and to life itself,
A proof of my resilience, my courage, my wealth.
For every wound I bear, I have risen anew,
I am more than these scars, I am me, I am true.

So let this epitaph be marked upon my stone,
A legacy of strength, a journey of my own.
These scars I have, a symbol of my might,
I leave behind a path, a shining light.


#Atuneofbrokenhearts #longpoetry

We live through the day, filled with hope;
then fall apart with each whisper, in the nights warmth.


#pillowthoughts

She hoped, desperately.

Hoped that her dying fire,
would give birth to a new life itself.

In an ocean of drowning voices
and sinful shadows of death,
that's what kept her aflot.

A glimmer of hope
and a desperation to live.

That's how, the phoenix was born,
from the ashes.

#unbound #scribble

I wish you despair.

I wish you suffering;
such, that your voice for help,
Is drowned by the whispers of your demons
and your burning agony.

I hope you cry,
But your eyes refuse to bleed.
I hope you are scarred,
But your skin refuses to heal.

I wish you the same cursed fate
that befell upon me.

You ruined me.
You tore me limb by limb,
And then rubbed salt
to my open wounds.
You shattered me to pieces,
and left me to bleed.

All, in the name of love.
___

Twisted Fate : Draft 04

#agony #𝘖𝘊

"How did you fall apart?"
I heard a meek voice say, in a tearful tone. Though, my eyes were too heavy to comprehend the blury picture. When I did force them open to look at it clearly, it turned out to be a little girl questioning her broken doll. As if doing that, would make it anew.

Per se, the question wasn't truly directed at me, but now the hard bitter coffee, tasted bland.

I often wonder, 'how do we fall apart?', Do we fall apart piece by piece or do we shatter in an instant? Does the pain, the suffering, tears us apart bit by bit or does it shatters us at once, when our heart and mind are filled with it, to the brim. It didn't really matter in end though, both were excruciating. Even that is an understatement sometimes. It's the kind of emotion that can't be put to words. It's as if I'm floating, yet drowning at the same time. As if I'm alive yet a comatose. It's like you are struggling to breathe, but your mouth refuses to breathe in, due the fear of drowning and being consumed by the darkness. You want to to be happy, to be cheerful, amiable, at peace, but the trauma refuses to let you be even for a moment. The helplessness it makes you feel is horrendous. A curse with no cure.

I don't quite remember when I started to fall part or when I was crushed to pieces in an instant, the only thing I do remember was the sound of something breaking apart in me, a loud ringing of something being shattered, and I knew, I won't be the same ever again. I don't even remember when or where did it start or what caused it, but the one thing I do know is that it made me numb. Numb to the venomous words people spoke. It made me numb to my bleeding scars, ones that I often pick apart. The silence that often haunted me, now felt anaesthetizing. It feels like running in circles but with walls built high, in a futile attempt to shelter yourself from the prying eyes outside.

I tried everything I could, to fill the growing hollowness in me, but at the end, I learned to live with it. After all, accepting the pain and getting numb to it, is less agonizing than helplessly trying to go against this wave of suffering, that often comes around.

Just like that broken doll, there is no turning back once you are shattered.

_________

I stood up and left the coffee shop mindlessly. Walking down the street, the sky felt quite empty today, or maybe it's a mirror image of the void inside me.

#OC #Atuneofbrokenhearts

I never knew
how many uncried
tears I had,
Until I had
a shoulder to cry on.

#pillowthoughts

"Tell me, which one hurts more,
Being stabbed in the back,
Or a knife through your heart?"

"Certainly both."

"Then why are you still so kind?"

"Cause that's all I have ever been.
Caged in these walls, a slave's akin."


#Atuneofbrokenhearts #𝘖𝘊