WHY I FEEL DARKNESS?

COVID-19; World in Dispair

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We play characters
In witnessing history

A kingdom
Brimming with con-fusion
As a new ruler
Annex the world
A decorative crown
Blindfolding the city lights
The castles of his kingdom
Flow like a forest wildfire

Alas!
Like slaves
Still in shackles
Bleeding tears
Panic and dis-pair;
pair together
Can't move a step
Muscles tense
Fracturing every bone
I am choking
As I breathe
In this wind
Hugs and kisses
Are no longer
Warm and soothing
Our emotions locked up
Our love isolated
As
We see souls fading
into bags of dust.

@soulfulwriter

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CHILDHOOD DAYS

DAYS OF PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS Remember when we were in our days of childhood ? Laughing, playing, living as if there is no end to our happiness. I miss my childhood, miss the way I took pleasure even when greater things crumbled. I could not control the circumstances and how to dwell with them. I could not run from the world I was living in but took joy in things that made me happy. As time passes by, we start living in a world full of critics and quirks. Childhood is living in a fairy tale, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare. This fairy tale we live in soon becomes a nightmare. Everything becomes apocalyptic. It gives us an insight into what we want in our lives and what we aspire to do. It gives us the worst scars and exhilarating moments. It's a fascinating place. Old enough to feel truly adult, old enough to make decisions that affect the rest of our lives, old enough to take responsibilities, old enough to fall in love and hea...

Caged

CAGED Society full of animation Threw me again now, I am just the blood that stains my pillowcases (apology) what pleasant delights will grace this presence? dried, desiccated heart coated with frostiness and chill in November. abandoned I will remain under the withered skin. just like the keratin debris present under the fingernails. my feet and hands numb As muscle dysfunction begins to function my pounding, spongy brain still trying to perceive the day's madness. sputtering psychosis scrubbing my neurotic soul all's that left is silence unnoticed In the echoes Of the vibrations Sent by the world. all that's alive is the base camp quiet with paracetamol lingering. ...

SERENE

BACK TO HOME As I wake up I see through the curtains Warmth In the sky The chill In the breeze Joy sputtering in the air It was good to be home. I lie on Mom's lap The warmth and radiance Invading the chaotic soul We see The white fluffy clouds punctuating the blue-sky Sun peeping through the woollen blanket The frost coating on the grass Melting and falling On the green sheet The tree of gods Standing tall and solitary Stretching its arms. We could hear the grass whispering Lilies, daffodils,lady-like tulips blossoming The sucking of nectar Butterflies dancing in the wind Wait Can you hear the vibrations? My mother startled It was The buzzing of bees The rustling of the leaves The Pine's Citrusy odour Meddling with me. I wish I could Freeze these memories as the darkness began...

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