!!! Black Heart !!!

From the time I owned the world
To the time I look twice thrice
Before I approve my reflection reluctantly
From the time I believed in all good
To the time bitterness became
The first reaction to every emotion

I have traveled centuries
Changing, evolving, withering
Inch by inch losing and reducing
My thoughts, dreams and desires
The essence of my every childhood story
Were burned in the fire of reality

I poured my heart into the few
All who striped its innocence
Splashed the dark into the light
Wrecked the reasons of randomness​
Leaving only the deliberate emotions
Calculated associations, suspicious collaboration

Love, once a prayer, way of life
Reduced to means of self obsession
Emotions, once a way of expression
Now prisoned behind the iron walls

Somewhere while growing up
I lost the meaning and the purpose
Somewhere while escaping pain
I lost the life and the soul

If I could
I would change my path and their parts in my past
As I sit around nursing my black heart!!!

From - Girl I used to be!

Its Okay !!!

Its okay, being a little bad

Its okay, being a little back 

Its okay, being a little less

Its okay, being a little mad

Its okay, being a little sad

Its okay, being a little low

Its okay, being a little slow

There will always be somebody, a little more

Breathe, it is what it is, Just Breathe

By - A little less perfect self

!!! The Weakest Link !!!

I feel it slipping away

I feel myself withering away

Moments of great weakness

Comes crashing down all around me

If I can hold the strings together

I can be stronger then..

the one who said, 

The man can only be as strong as his biggest weakness,

If that stands correct, I might be the weakest of all...

Weakest of all..

Written By - The Weak One

Self - Musing

A conversation that creates whirlwind in your mind

Can be countered by another which brings the serenity back

Sometimes a stranger’s simple advice of letting your expectations go

Can be more life changing than all the self-musing!       

Written By - Self   

The Silence that Speaks

Why this sense of loss, what is this silence

Is it that I am losing the touch with my soul

Or is it trying hard to reconnect

When did I reach this juncture 

Where I can't even tell the difference any more!

Written By - me

Suspended in the Lost Dimension

Sometimes I feel like I should write.

Just write. And keep writing.

But I feel my mind is empty

Devoid of emotions

Emotions which help phrase the words

I feel numb at the place where my brain should be

I read my old verse, and I cannot recognize or remember the girl who wrote them.

I feel numb

I feel a lot of things, none are healthy or positive

I feel like I am trapped in my mind, and there are no words in the dictionary which can release me.

I feel like I am stuck and my legs are rigid, I want to run, but I can’t move,

I want to fly, but I can’t move, I want to change but I can’t move

I just want to breathe but I can’t move

I want, I want, I want, but am unable to, something invisible has caught me,

And keeping me in a place which is neither beautiful nor peaceful.

I feel numb where I suppose to feel, and I feel too much where I am supposed to be numb.

Suspended in the lost dimension.