Want To Be Liberated

I had created

A Hell

A Shell

A Deep Dark Well

A Perfect Snare

To snare myself.

I had created

A Haze

A Cage

A Deludingly Depressive Phase

To cry and die

Hundred million times.

The Victim in me

Was chased

And fazed

By the Villainy

Of my Mind

And its Intellectual Grinds.

But now I want 

My Fears abated

My Pains ablated

And my Soul Liberated.

Yes, now I want

Distresses berated

Happiness-es elated

And my Hopes reinstated.

Freedom of My Nomadic Self...

my thoughts are nomadic

my soul's a gypsy

and my heart resides

in a caravan always on  move.

yet i'm enslaved

eternally enclaved

in a prison cell

a whip-lashing hell

of flesh,bones and blood.

when death the loving guest

will bring my body to rest

and my soul will be freed

to join its own lonesome creed.

my thoughts will roam around

never to stop again

in the dungeons of pain.

and my nomadic self

with death the saviour's help

will have freedom found.

My Laughter & My Tears

When the pains

  Talk

I silently listen. 

When the sufferings

  Play

 I am a silent spectator.

But I laugh, laugh, laugh

Louder than the sobs.

The sobs betrothed

Eternally to tears.

The sobs hiding dread

But nourishing my fears.

But they are indeed

Weak, Weak , really Weak.

The sound, the noise;

The voice.

Ineffectually lingering

In voids.

undecipherable,  undecipherable

Those sobs and those tears.

Tall,towering, mountainous;

yet deeper than the sea.

Loud and clear,

Colossal forever,

My laughter, not my tears.

Arduous Existence

Space-less silence monumental shouts

Deceptive dreams, all give clouts

To the unearthly souls

Perfectly packed and parceled

In weak bodies that look stout.



 Cobweb of life with a spider hung

Dishevels intellect, as if stung

By a cold-hearted serpentine.

unable to think, act, or rise

Yet alive with a throttled mind.