Darkness Rising…

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Dark thoughts come crowding in my brain,
My mind lives in partial darkness
Don’t know any more wrong from right
In one view, scheme’s greenery and bleakness.

Feels like a desert night-time,
Myriad thoughts like million scattered stars.
Dry and cold and brilliant hues
Jagged soul scars of many wars.

The road is barren, is hard, is tough
The promise of an oasis just round the bend
Palm trees and water to nourish the soul
To make it brand new, healthy and whole.

Comes crowding in, does the darkness
Like a slithering serpent with a sibilant hiss
Pours its venom, poisons the mind
No more hues, just blue and its kind.

And still the fight remains,
Between light and darkness
A war zone inside my brain
Missiles, shards, empty shells
The carcass of one in this mess.

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Whirlpool…

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Lost in a whirlpool am I,
Sometimes I surface,
As the white foam,
Substanceless, faceless
In the sunshine, I dry away.
Rest I rest at the bottom,
In form of the vortex,
That lies underneath,
Belying the truth,
Trapping the unwary.
Beware beware,
Always everywhere,
All that glitters is not gold,
Calm on the surface,
Hidden currents beneath.
Once you are caught,
Only death is your escape,
While alive it is a herculean task.
So what is it you are –
A carcass of blood and bones
Or a mighty warrior of past?

Silence…

I like being alone sometimes where I can hear my thoughts
Someplace where I can take a deep sigh, let it out and feel it at the same time.
Somewhere there’s only silence, inside and out.
And think, contemplate and just be…
Why do some people love constant noise in their lives?
Maybe I’ll understand one day…
Silence – deep, profound, pure!
How I yearn for it?

Insomnia Revisited…

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Sleepless night
Restless eyes
Dimmed sight
Soft deep sighs.

My eyes are half masted,
But the brain cannot shut down,
In twisted shadows, locked and gated
The murmurs of a ghost town.

Bloodstream soaked with chemicals,
Grey cells swimming in the soup,
Senses slow and dulls
Still thoughts stuck in a loop.

Here we are, again, my friend,
Together in this journey with no end.
No fences between us to keep or mend
My darling Insomnia, you top the trend.

Insomnia…

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Too many thoughts,
Too little time,
Too many plots,
No rhythm or rhyme!

The days are short,
Nights lonely and long,
No veil of sleep,
Insomnia hums a song!

Stories crowd my psyche,
Characters play their parts,
In harmony or discord,
The subliminal arts!

The line that demarcates,
Illusion from reality fades,
A half existence,
Darkness plunders and raids!