A place without a morning – a poem
I am no more me
I do not feel when you stab me deep
Tripping blood dye a cerise nostalgia at times
No more I do feel like dying
Do not you worry....
I am not telling you this any more
Barely ranting spree of a senseless spectre
Random blankness is here to mourn
Feelings do squirm at all those tears shed
Unworthy and abandoned cacophony
Heart diluted to empty words
Only a barren eclipsed wall of Dead Sea
Trussed with the uncanny fervour
Without a name to the illicit affair
Blinded by a you that is so illusory
You that was, in a mind only
I own that you in the hearts of my heart
A bottomless dark dead sea now
Icy crux all stroked to be warmth
Ignited with fallacy of love
Reality is a suffice of paradox
I do not feel like crying now
No worry alas!!!
But dark contoured footsteps do return
To again slash soul into pieces
Slaying an expired heart for false pleasure
Love and passion for faked hearts
A game of nothingness but then, return you do
To check if anything is yet living in me
I do not feel like feeling again
Waiting to be an empty meaning here
For a silhouetted rainy dark night
Still a taste lingers....
The taste of death raw and heart teasing....
Withered times do return....to a place within....
And mornings are a paradox never to be real...
Yes, here and now is a place
Where Mornings do not wake up!!!!!!