Lost

“I lost, Again”

I uttered these words to my reflection.

“Yeah,Right”, it said back.

And it was all it took for the flashbacks to start.

Maybe it was just me getting up on the wrong side of the bed, tomorrow will be okay.

But who the hell was I kidding.

Both of us knew, that tonight was going  be a long night and I would be hung over tomorrow morning.

And then it started, the flashbacks stabbing invisible knives which bleed invisible guilt.

It was then I realized that I have become totally empty from within.

I realized these nightly battles with my demons have robbed me even of my pain and now I feel

NOTHING.

For equality to survive, if some succeed, others have to fail and somehow Fate always puts me in the later.

So tonight I will just attain new heights of getting low and get hung over on my failures.

 

-Sorry,yet again.

Rantings..

There was a long time when I thought that I cannot write. but then it slowly changed  and I got to realize that I can write as well…

But tomes change don’t they? Some things happened which made me question this quality of mine.

So I have decided NOT to write anymore.

That’s it. The writer part of me has gone on a forceful exile. And its not returning anytime soon.

~A Writer Who No Longer Writes..

Demons and the Contract.

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Things start,

Things end.

People come,

People go.

But the Earth still manages to go around the Sun!

”How is it possible?” cries out heart

Weren’t promises made to be kept?

And hands made to be held?

But all around

There is broken promises and unfulfilled dreams

Rusted by the corrosive acid of hoping and waiting

And now hot tears no longer blind the eyes

Because they have dried up

We have accepted our Demons

And meet them under the pale moonlight

Rewriting our contract

All over again..

the contract of replacing tears with Smiles

Smiles for the times we had our hearts broken and crushed mercilessly

Smiles for the times we sacrificed our world for someone else’s word

Smiles for the times we kept on waiting ,without expecting…

And lastly ,Smiles for all the times we chose our Demons over our Angels!

~S

The Unposted Letter

Dear You,

Yesterday the wind blew …very softly and it brushed tangled my hair just like you would do it. And our picture…the one in which you were blowing bubbles at me….it fell down and broke…just like all the other memories.You might think how silly of me ,to write these things to you…specially now when you have moved on so much…the reason being…I am I and not you…if I were you ,then I would have closed the windows instead of letting the wind enter…if I were you,the I would have thrown away that old,faded picture instead of keeping it in my diary…

The days pass and nights come and along with them comes our memories…sweet,bitter and sour…And the moon still stares expectantly at me for any message…but I have none…not anymore.

This letter too won’t be posted…just like all the other 6 letters ..it will remain in the drawer and stay there…out of sight but its silence would echo…

Yours I.

Drowning…

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Is it only water
Which drowns you
Or are there others
…….

Imagine a dark,still pool
Of water….
Hidden in plain sight
……..

When time comes
It rushes out,chilling every cell
of your body
……

You cling on to every
Possible support but the dry air
Burns the heart of you
…….

Cold heat, light dark
Contrasting elements
Combine to bring you down
…….

Seeking a voice…
And hearing Silence fall.

Your heart is like this pond
After a very long spell of rain ,
Overflowing and spilling all over
And drowning you all over again!

Inspired by my favorite writer!

Image:from internet

©~S
All posts are written by S unless otherwise stated.
To contact the writer drop an email at taralight26@gmail.com

Shadows..

He lurks in shadows
And has made
Strong friendship with the darkness
Because
Light is his enemy

He watches them
His family…
And thinks whether or not they
Remember him…
No …they are happy
He reminds himself…
Better off without him.

Still on cold nights
Like this…
When the Silver Moon
Breaks his shell of darkness
His mind wanders to
The forbidden territory
And he is made to remember that
Day which changed it all
That decision which changed it all

The day being Friendship Day
And
The decision was making Darkness his
Friend.

©~S
All posts are written by S unless otherwise stated.
To contact the writer drop an email at taralight26@gmail.com

Fame

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Today’s post is about my inner emotions ,something that I don’t usually say upfront…so continue at your own risk!
Fame is something I cannot handle…I mean till a large part(even now!) I have had to make do with whatever I had,whatever I got …in a way compromising…and believe me I am not complaining or being negative about it …just that staying in the background for so long ,the front stage now frightens me…Fame and recognition were never my strong points because I had accepted my position and actually became comfortable with it.

Now the sudden bouts of success or fame admonishes me and it is something I have difficulty in handling….the front stage, the recognition…is something I never strive for …for light frightens me and darkness is my ally.

Sorry for wasting your time…just something I had to vent out some pent up feelings. Thanks for reading!
~S.

Leaving behind 

Laughter

Cries

Voices 

Smells 

Touches

Memories ….

All left behind in this never ending 

Quest of moving forward,

Ending life as we 

Know of

To create something alien

Sometimes moving forward 

Is worth leaving behind .

But in darkness of the nights

We all long for familiarity ,

Don’t we?

~S