Damaged

Knock? Knock? Turn around for once please,

Watch me, I am standing here for a decade,

Look at me with those eyes how you did for the first time,

I am thirsty for that yearning in you, do you realize?

 

Wait, watch out, there are staples on my soul already,

The dust has settled but on my heart and its beats,

Do you care to bear the consequences of this rage?

Do you know the reason of this horrendous cage? I am sure…

 

These thoughts are handicapped, the joy has reached a black hole,

To never come back,

To never let me get up,

To shut my little moments of happiness,

To make me feel a little more sadder,

I will and I am trying as hard as it could be,

To be the one who I was, a million years ago,

In some other birth, a warrior, a fighter, a brave human,

But for now, Β I am weak and broken in my own mind,

Who will ever bother to blossom this state of art?

Will you?

 

 

A clog of memories, a book full of scribbled thoughts to be read,

A page half burnt, a drink half drunk, a cigarette half lit,

Can you imagine the frustration of something left out in between?

Can you feel the helplessness of a wait that never ends?

I am sure not, but maybe you will someday, I keep hoping,

Days when I see dead ends and nights when I fear imagining new faith,

I am tired, I literally am, I cannot express it in words anymore,

Words are leaving,

Verse is betraying,

I am lost and I don’t know where I should step next,

To reform,

To rebuild myself,

To regain that trust,

To believe that it’s going to be fine,

Who is going to reaffirm me? I wonder…

 

Not everyone who is silent is weak,

Not everyone who smiles is at a peak,

Not everyone has those pair of eyes to seek,

Not everyone can make you feel like you are, to them, a treat,

Not everyone can be the music to your life,

Not everyone is going to stay,

Not everyone will be your support when your shade is grey,

I know, I know, I know, I say…

 

Knock? Knock? Turn around for once please,

Watch me, I am standing here for a decade,

Look at me with those eyes how you did for the first time,

I am thirsty for that yearning in you, do you realize?

10 Comments, RSS

  1. Neha Sharma May 27, 2016 @ 3:15 pm

    such a beautifully written poem!

    • adodani May 27, 2016 @ 4:05 pm

      Thank you so much for reading and commenting πŸ™‚

  2. G. May 27, 2016 @ 10:18 pm

    Hi. I am a fellow Blogbuddy! It’s my first time at your blog, and co-incidently I too wrote a poem for the prompt. Btw, taking a line from your poem with me, “Not everyone will be your support when your shade is grey”, that is because I personally don’t believe in greys.

    Have a great weekend ahead! πŸ™‚

    • adodani May 30, 2016 @ 10:09 am

      Thank you so much for reading and commenting πŸ™‚ See you around.

  3. Kala Ravi May 27, 2016 @ 10:19 pm

    What a beautiful poem Ashwini. Self-doubt, remorse and angst at something that was once there and now just a longing!

    • adodani May 30, 2016 @ 10:10 am

      Absolutely. The yearning is so suffocating at times and helplessness kills. Thanks for reading and putting your views πŸ™‚

  4. Jaibala Rao May 30, 2016 @ 4:10 pm

    I think coming to terms with two things are very difficult, one is longing for what you have lost and the other is longing for what you never can have. Both can make you feel as if, the world around you is just closing in.

    • adodani June 1, 2016 @ 6:32 pm

      Very well said πŸ™‚

  5. Sachin Nath September 13, 2016 @ 10:25 pm

    Love the way you write
    Keep it up πŸ™‚

    • adodani September 14, 2016 @ 12:25 pm

      Thank you, Sachin πŸ™‚

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