Do you dig
Trance and EDM
Or is it
A tryst with Nature?
Do you prefer
Philosophical discourses
Leading to lofty ideas
And the tickling of grey matter?
Would you like
Long shopping trips,
Retail therapy,
And all the nice things material?
Would you like
Fine dinners
And a few rounds of drinks?
Or does your Soul need
Intellectual conversations
And high level wavelengths?
What is your High?
What makes you Tick?
Do you ever think about it?
We go through phases of Life.
Some phases are dark and it is always our reaction to get away from it and rush back into the light.
Darkness is not always bad. When you embrace it, you realise that it is one more part of your own existence.
It is there so you could hide from situations for a few moments. It gives you time to lick your wounds and protects you so you could rest for a while.
Battles are to be fought to win at Life. Some rest is essential. When you are ready to bounce back on your feet and run towards your goals, do take time to introspect.
And thank the Dark recesses of your Soul. For the much needed respite. It helped you heal. So you could be awake again.
Yes, there is warmth and mercy in the Dark. Embrace it for once and the daily rigmarole will become a wee bit bearable.
Floating on nothingness
Suspended between wakefulness
And sleep
Shackles that bound me
To a tortuous humdrum
Are broken,
Lying at my feet
The aftertaste
Of betrayal still lingers
The blade runs deep
Straight through the heart
An invisible wound
Festers into a fever
Pushed into the darkest depths
Of my Soul
The light in me lost
The pain singes through the fabric of happiness
Treading an oft beaten route
But without the spring in my step
In a trance of forgetfulness
Awake in essence
But still asleep
Sitting wide awake
On starry nights and dark nights
Thoughts racing through the mind
Never ending pictures from memories
A wake which never ends
Mourning a heart which has ceased to exist
A heart which
Hurt
Broke
Burnt
Turned to ashes
Till all feeling went out
Till only the physical beating remains
Just to keep a body alive
So many wounds
It would have been easy to live with
Knowing that the wounds were given by enemies
But when friends wield daggers,
And relations bay for blood,
And Love turns to poison
There is nowhere to go
There is nobody to turn to
There is just a ghost of a heart
Which is now devoid of life
Just a shell
Keeping a body alive
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