Have I been in this place now for too long?
It feels like the demons of desolation refuse to die down.
To that abode of glee I do not belong anymore,
For my solitude stands invaded by deceit.
The stream of thoughts still gushes through,
Never ceasing to perturb with the memories of...
Of lips that still tremble at the mention of that name.
Of eyes that still moisten at the reflection of the past that has been walked over.
Of flesh that has been torn apart to render the heart open,
A heart that bleeds of wounds from the broken glass of trust.
How would they know what it feels like,
To lose one's forever in another's deceiving eyes.
And I'm too frail now for narrating this tale of agony,
For this soul of mine is too stabbed and theirs is too rotten.
These clouds of despair only turn darker and deeper,
The moonless night hides away the light of the oil lamp.
And I move like a tramp in the woods of bewilderment.
But now the gloom is beginning to petrify
I need my abode, the one that lies beyond the sky.
– Divya Rathi
It feels like the demons of desolation refuse to die down.
To that abode of glee I do not belong anymore,
For my solitude stands invaded by deceit.
The stream of thoughts still gushes through,
Never ceasing to perturb with the memories of...
Of lips that still tremble at the mention of that name.
Of eyes that still moisten at the reflection of the past that has been walked over.
Of flesh that has been torn apart to render the heart open,
A heart that bleeds of wounds from the broken glass of trust.
How would they know what it feels like,
To lose one's forever in another's deceiving eyes.
And I'm too frail now for narrating this tale of agony,
For this soul of mine is too stabbed and theirs is too rotten.
These clouds of despair only turn darker and deeper,
The moonless night hides away the light of the oil lamp.
And I move like a tramp in the woods of bewilderment.
But now the gloom is beginning to petrify
I need my abode, the one that lies beyond the sky.
– Divya Rathi
