Clueluess

Clueluess

Chez one's, no Longer a Guest.

Soon to be one at other's?

Lurking on the Road, scared,

However, so Bewildered at the best!

At the gates...

Of the Strongest Force,

Entrance or Exit,

Again bewildered where I Fit.

"Get well soon,

It'll pass... and,

Alright, and fine, and okay..."

Ibid.

I have no clue!

It's hazy.

It's hazy.

Cloudy, dark, blue and black

The night makes the city a shack

Hazed so thick the moon is hidden

What's the use if the stars are forbidden

Showers and rumbles

And the snow on the side crumbles

quite, empty and dead

the city was watered, still unfed

The eyes and brain are conspirators big time,

They show and see of their own will.

But it is one that is smart and fine,

that reads between the lines

to realize it's the city what I feel. 

Lifelessly-green and colourfully-dull

Like an abandoned paradise castle

burnt and withered

It makes no sense, even in this unjust world.

Night's Wondering

Night's Wondering

Unsafe, unsure

Unaware of what's happening

Nights that go with endless tears

And wondering...

Lost I feel, in the ocean of emotions.

Vulnerable inside, outside

Suffocation... No room to breathe

Or rest in peace, 4:00 AM in the night,

I feel Sleepless indeed.

Throbbing, the pain, 

In the heart, and the guts...

Sour and sore.

Eyes as wet as a night-sea-shore. 

With rains of pains

And burrows of sorrows

Perplexed I'm 

As to what to follow?

Breathless and awake, 

Unable to sleep...

How many such nights,

Will I actually weep?

Reality: Starring the Earth.

Reality: Starring the Earth. 

Differently,

Vividly,

I...

........

Express, Convey, Show, Live, Laugh and Talk.

Where? Here, the crust; the facade 

of its Massiveness.

That's what the core clads.

And its small, 

customary.

But since mine,

soft, 

delicate 

and 

intricate.

.....

...

..

.

Tailored existence to welcome emotions.

Lower bricks and walls.

Expected better.

Warmth.

........

Hah. Delusional Much!? Weak? 

Dreaming too big?

Flying too high?

.....
...
..
.

If so, where do I land?

On the unwelcoming crust;

unstable, unbreathable?

Trapped here. In this miserable existence.

In a wooden box, suffocated.

Intoxicated, tied.

Wounded.

Left.

.........

.......

.....

...

..

.

Let me breathe...

.  .  .

.  .

.

It rained.

Imprisoned,

One in a such a turmoil of life,

And the utterance of affection.

Bewildered and petrified,

Should never a peacock be

To flair and unfurl its feathers out wide.

Then why should one? Mhm... 

Bewildered and petrified

For one could be cold-shouldered

Outright. 

Condensed with sorrow,

With everything else vaporized. 

This life long prison,

Dreaded with Darkness,

Cold and Pain. 

Mundanely mannered. 

Coercing a semblance on me. 

Sometimes I question,

Everything and the skies. 

For what reason did they cry
So much bitterness and distress
On me.

Now I Rhyme

Now I Rhyme

Loosing to sadness,

To my Dismay.

Succumbed in the societal Wickedness,

I laid.

Little Did I know, 

A colossal Turn headed my way,

You are the one I owe,

for my stronger Today. 

From creations Saddening, unrhythmic, 

I discovered Happiness,

Nothing like before, I'd kick

A bucket overflowing with Cheerfulness.

Thank you,

You've been my Sustenance,

For Fetching me,

My much-needed covenants.

I owe you much,

More than my life as such, 

For you've taught me to Rhyme

A little in my poetry

To add a hint of chime,

That was always missing from my life.

A Now-ever-changing Meadow

A Now-ever-changing Meadow

In my grim meadow of disarray, 

On a grim gradual day,

Sparks a spark

Of sweet luscious colors. 

Unknown wandered,

with its bright and lively wings, 

It flies and flutters,

To grim flowers, it clings.

Soon from its touch,

The flowers rebloom,

Rebloom, neologized. 

To a new future,

Totally colorized. 

For the infinity, I see in the meadow,

Alike the inexistent end of the horizon,

Courageous and spiritful,

It endeavors, and continues to,

continuum.

What was a dry, dusty, grim,

is a meadow gently being beautified,

Forever now it, a butterfly, as I define,

Endeavors to make my life worthwhile. 

It is special, colorful,

Joyful, wonderful. 

An impeccable human.  

Je ne suis pas seul,

plus maintenant! 

Ma vie a fleuri!

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