Life spirals around like a monotonous silken thread
Trespassed from the loopholes of the horizon.
Author: Shayra
Scratches
Scratches
Sometimes it’s not even enough to bleed crumpled thoughts on a sheet. In the quest to pour raspberries on mind’s slate.
The mind works like an artist nagging its nerves to burst those emotions that were forgone by the soul.
Some scratches/ screeches crawl naked to practice necromancy at home. A home where things booze in head articulating chappels of dark thoughts.
I realise that one can’t rely on drinking gallons of positive syrup when the mind holds pessimism.
Sometimes it seems like chasing UFO in the deserted area where no human exists. Like running in a never-ending marathon that leads to draining every square of blood.
These were thoughts that disturbed me often breaking the continuity to write. Is it happen only with me or you all people struggle with these kinds of thoughts. Instead of calling it a writer block, I will name it mind’s lock.
Looking forward to reading your views
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Stumble upon
Her head stumbles upon the shady grove sucking those damp eyes. Eyes that pierce those giant trees wrapped in a canopy. From a distant, she saw the disillusion figure aligning the forest on flames. The fire that was the mere repercussion of the hue of saffron rays. Being tired of a long journey, she decides to rest on the sombre mountain. A deep stillness soaked in air enables her to sleep. After abiding her goodbye, Sun nestled its head in the cloudy tent. Overwhelmed by her presence, crickets hurled over her head awakening her from sleep. Stars hosted a party in her celebration inviting her offspring’s in the moonlight. Soon, the melancholy atmosphere was refilled by the echoes of forlorn music.
A piece of dying music that flutters on the chest of the naked stream. After seeing her dearest child, she embraced stream in her comfy arms.
Note:-
She was a mother earth/nature called Gaia in Greek mythology.
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Close to suffering
Trigger warning– Depression, Anxiety, Stress and Mental illness
Hey folks, hope you are safe and healthy. It took so much patience to write what I am going through. As while writing, it might trigger the brain to recall those thoughts. For me, writing is not only a therapy but a panacea for the mind.
I have seen BK Shivani interviews and all other pieces of stuff that claim to reduce stress. If I am not wrong, we all have gone through so much in our lives especially in lockdown.
Actually, they never claim but their intention was to heal our mind.
Freedom at stake
Astraea woke from a deep slumber
Striving for Survival
Gripping mortals in its blood-stained teeth.
Encircled by pandemic curls,
Like a slitter shedding in hurls
Drawn folks at the verge of extinction,
As Nature revives motherland from fatal consumption.
Somewhere lamenting verses,
To soothe human’s verdict
Being in quarantine has become legacy
Basics are our new affluent policy
Sweaty warrior in white attire
Pouring fresh blood with wilful desire
To savour every silver dew,
That glee in Nature’s muse
Virus mounting its tentacles high
Chuckling at human’s sorrowful cries
Experiencing Death
Hey folks, hope you are doing well. Where the nation evolves in mysterious combat and everyone waits for peace. On the other side, our subconscious mind laid asleep in a shell. Later, it was unaware of what’s happening around or like it cares least. A mind, a chariot that exerts an inexorable force to dive in a dream.
”Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.”
Can you agree more?
For me, dreams are like a mist that fades when tangled up with the shocking reality. Years ago, I saw a weird dream that left its impression on my mind. The human mind is like a puzzle that was hard to solve. And dreams guide us to resolve that missing puzzle. Isn’t it?
While squatting, he clutched the edge of the couch with his long fingers. His body was fluttering at every breath that was shallow and deep. Nerves were exposing the dearth of blood running in his veins. It was pitch dark outside and instead of ruthless screaming; I froze at the moment. God knows from where he came but it seems like we two were bound to watch the trailer of the movie that has no end. His legs wobbled in loose pyjamas, gaze fixed to the roof of the room. The world began to trembles beneath his feet. His last breath felt like water dripping in a small hole. As I was about to move, he lifted his hands near the throat. His throat chokes by the vigorous pull of his parting soul. My senses we’re alarmed when he marched towards the gate. The sharp pain shoots out in his parched body. I ignored Mom’s pleas that forbid me from chasing him. The last seconds of the dream were hard to register because it was worst.
In utter amazement, he trails his hands on the wall and screamed out his heart. Like a lifeless leaf melts in the moist soil shedding its skin. Furthermore, he melted down into the wall.
Thank God, it was a vision but not the reality. That was a naked reality of death. As I viewed, that death comes after tethering one’s soul and merge in it’s belonging.
Have you also seen a dreadful nightmare that has left you haunted for so long?
