A poem written in paranoia
you have been hiding in these words
every stroke of the pen gives you time to hide, To the darkness, do I confide
Am i still sane or I am paranoid
my piece of land is it still while it's burning everywhere i look perfect in poetry but i am a wreck in reality
people appear and disappear so fast
When you stay in the dark for eternity
you became the devil
you used to fear
At that point of unimaginable chaos you lose your
humanity, And everything becomes blur yet the
memories stay unclear
Doctor says
you need therapy
but i am craving for ''you are enough for me''
but the response is never satisfactory
so in fear of getting bruised again by the word you became your own enemy
Mom i have been out here for too long
please whisper me to sleep
and if i wake up next morning
then i will tell you that how much i love you
the side pocket of my blazer is holding a little letter but with incomplete word
A flower to remember that i could have been beautiful too
A lighter so that my past stays burnt
A pen which holded me and listened to me before i was too tired to say anything
Hazel gloomy skies
Watch me burn amidst the fire of your hymns
Till my bones turn into ashes and my desires have fallen
let me take over
lead me be sane enough suppressing me in the depth of your obedience what have i become
I read every book
you talk about
i watch every movie you have seen
i listen every song you hum
to experience art that creates you
the only thing that can save me
is looking moon through your eyes
I burnt the world, yet found warmth in the matchstick you lit
i still wonder if you would do the things
you write about in poetry
Only the intellect know when they have lived enough of their life and that is when they call death as their wish
Death is real
Or death is the reality
Which is getting ignored
State of paranoid
What should I do
Or what should not
Craving for love
Not getting what I love
Take me to the other world
Where my paranoid be cured
Want to be a normal being
Not enough to be broken
