Sneeze

It's not too old that I used to be a writer but it's been old since I have last written
Since something worth admiring has emerged from my pen
Or maybe it never did
I used to feel empowered to express I used to convey feelings Disguised as abstract
A drama of its own a world so dark and cruel simultaneously so true that it always pretended to be unreal
Dwelled in the tyranny of prejudice.. Sometimes its better to be lucky then to be good
Begging on the streets of heaven, the lucifer unknown from it's wealth
The heart of tranquility did broke annihilated as you
I was once a traveler a catcher of dreams in vague randomness diluted in inertia i glance the mirror.. A door of woven emptiness
It's a feeling hard to describe dressed in the finest linen yet nobody to compliment hollow threads
Pride simply washed away in no time
It's a feeling of disgust anger and all the right reasons to rebel and fight
It's an imagination a nebula, so jovial in an unexplored constilation
You think you can touch and as you approach the introspection of melancholy soon takes over
How to win a battle of optimism and pessimism a war between love an hate
Who we are except counterparts of a parallel universe
Obeying the disobedience at our own terms and conditions
Final is destination, irritated journey through entertaining meadows
Please observe my silence please I request you to dwell into darkness
Remember twins are the symbol of struggle
Neither you know me.. Neither I know myself

By - Kshitij Sinha
19/5/2018

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