My Blood turned Black!

My heart is naked today,
My soul is bleeding,
My shelter seems to be withering away,
Where did my shadow take a flight to?
My wings are left barefaced,
The tremors would gulp me today,
I am not mine anymore,
Neither anyone else's,
There isn't much that is left,
It isn't safe anymore in the shell,
Moments are mocking at me,
Allow me to get soaked,
Let me perish,
My canvas is ruined,
My thatch is bruised,
No heal can suffice, no tenderness can do,
I am living an era of pain again, so true, so true!

Narcissist, No Apologies!

Nothing in the world can defeat her will,
Nothing in the world can deny her courage,
Nothing in the world can overpower her audacity to influence,
Nothing in the world can distract her vision,
Nothing in the world can dilute her impression,
Nothing in the world can replace her aura,
Nothing in the world can suppress her charisma,
For she is ever evolving, infinite and beyond mundane,
She leads her own fraternity,
She is the indisputable "BISTRITI"!

Broken Wings

I have overpowered the silver lining with my bruised wings
I know the luster of the sunshine would heal me
My nest is almost on the verge of collapsing
I know my broken wings wouldn't give up
To gather the twigs again,
My slashed wings ache when I fly,
Yet I continue, something beyond the dense haze constantly lures me,
I bleed quite often,
But I can't settle feeling small for the sake of luxury,
I shall soar,
For my limits are limitless,
I don't mind my stings nor the broken wings!

Bleeding Poetry

The world thinks that the staunch ice melts,
I know it bleeds,
They panic when the clouds surge,
My heart aches for I know when they bleed,
I have seen ashes bleeding to death,
I have survived the pyre bleeding in my eyes,
My scars still bleed, I thought they would collapse and settle,
I have felt a beggar's scarcity bleeding too,
The broken pane perished hoping to find a respite to shelter its bleeding womb,
I have heard silence's shrieks when it bleeds,
I look beyond what is,
To feel what hasn't been ever felt,
I am not the only one who bleeds,
Bleed, they too, but are unseen, unheard and neglected,
They deal with apathy regularly,
It's not mine,
It's their bleeding poetry!

Can you Hear me Darkness?

I find myself searching for known faces,
In the hustle bustle,
But, they all seem indifferent,
Where is my habitat?
Where are my people?
I return home to nobody,
Not even a whisper,
Not even a faded footprint,
I secretly love someone,
Not expecting anything in return,

I just find myself running from my originality,
There is no-one to lend me an ear,
There is nobody, with whom I can share my fear,
I feel complete outside,
But my within is deficient,
Silent, longing to vent out lifetime of piled up scream,
When I shut my heart and shun the world,
It’s only you, who stands by,
Embrace me, without asking me why should I?
I feel your warmth,
Take me to your womb,
For this world is all set to tarnish me,
Grant me your shelter,
Take me; take me where I don’t get suffocated and can hide harmless,
I know, you are there, there for me, my Darkness!!!

Thought

Take your passion to a level,
Where you can alter God's plans in your favor,
If you think those plans were not in sync with what you desired!

Quote

If you think you are complete
You can't crave!