Skip to main content

Déjà Vu

As I look through the black and white scriptures smudged with gibberish, I want to strongly recall when have I been sitting here before smothering dusky sunlight by the window on this bed.
I know some other time too I was looking at my fingernails appearing yellow in the twilight- pale and bland like my life! I know there was another time in the past I was here, immersed in these feelings realising I was trapped in between reality and desires. When was it that this fear had originated- the one I feel simmering like a dirty brown broth, slowly pulling each of my entrails into destruction. It was a time I know, but can't remember.

I wonder if it was long long ago that you had left me and this time was only a recurrence of the inevitable- past mingled into present.

I wonder; my heart races through the night. I wonder and I can't stop...

Comments

  1. Hey there, This is great post which I found here. My name is Faiyaz Patel, I am the CEO & Founder of BingHuman.blogspot.in I am a dream chaser who has gained a wealth of knowledge in Human behavior and personal development over the past three years through self-education. My mission is to inspire millions of people to become entrepreneurs by awakening their minds to their greatness that resides within them. Visit My Site for more Information. BingHuman.blogspot.in

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Death Comes Closer

When the passion in my veins
becomes the poison in my blood
and death comes closer by a step
I will not shrivel in sudden fear
or dissolve into a mist of a pitiable plight
For even when I die
My words will illuminate lives with it's
perennial light.

A Nobody

The way your eyes smirk at my existence
and heavy breaths sublime under hallucinating lights
The rifts of your wet lips, abhorrent and unawaiting
On mine sometimes, sometimes gone
A lover's sigh, and poet's respite,

You.

The splash of aquamarine to my gloomy canvases.


Freckle

I was a virgin canvas
your lips couldn't stain

I had waterfalls inside my chest
your eyes couldn't contain

I ached in places
your hands couldn't touch

I spoke of autumns
words couldn't adorn much

So what you loved that beauty spot
on the edge of my waist,
Alongside thrived a freckle
you had already abandoned in haste.