TeeLetters

poetry and some words that go beyond the realms of poetry...

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Amidst the calm of the night sky, the sun and the moon must have spoken volumes we could never decipher...

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When Silence Abandoned Me

Silence had left this place long ago

Nebulous voices thronged

the inner walls of my closed lips.

Fleeting images projected

On the black screens of my eyelids

Shutting myself down only meant

Mayhem rising within

Silence was once my best friend.

He sang sweet songs,

told beautiful stories,

and cracked lame jokes

while we had black coffee.

He cuddled with me at night,

Carefully stroked my hair,

tucked me in my blanket

and kissed me Goodnight.

He always stood by me,

But now,

Silence is a long lost friend.

He visits on rare occasions

with an aloof smile,

constantly reminding me,

that he won't stay for long.

He has changed...

His words are drenched in nonchalance.

I cannot feel his presence anymore

I feel like I am left alone.

I find myself,

standing beside an ocean

with no one around.

I see him walk away from me,

as the ocean awaits to swallow me.

I find myself,

stuck inside a glass case,

brimming with indistinct noises.

I see him standing outside,

making me crave for him.

I find myself,

caged inside a room,

congested with luminous while light.

As I look out of the window,

I see him turn his back on me.

What has happened to him?

Why is he doing this to me?

Has he even noticed me lately?

Heartbeats rising,

sending shivers down my spine,

clenched fists, untied hair,

teary red eyes

sleeplessly staring at the ceiling....

Sometimes I gaze out of the window,

Looking at absolutely nothing.

This place, where he left me,

suffocates me...

I find it hard

to breathe in here...

Those images,

So lustrous, yet deceiving

Those possibilities,

So tempting, yet misleading

Those noises,

So cozy, yet terrifying..

This place contradicts itself

I don't feel safe anymore

I drown in those emotions I detest,

I remember things I want to forget,

and reality strikes me with a sword.

Dear Silence,

I cannot survive in here without you...

I need you to take me in your arms,

so that I can close my eyes

and see those black screens once again...

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BURNT SOUL. Rain extinguished the fire. smoke rising from the mayhem. CREVISES luminous with molten FIRE. feeling numb. feeling dead inside. Can it be healed? reignited with BLUE FIRE and sometimes DEEP RED? sometimes GREEN? Caressed by RAIN and cool breeze. nurtured by THOUGHT, ACCEPTANCE AND JOY, until a new sappling arises from the ashes, turning it into moist FURTILE soil with the smell of rain and ZEST....