Friday, April 4, 2014

#1

As the chilly, clammy night
Presses insistently on my skin again
             In a darkness that
               silently declares its entirety
                 so as to drown out
                   all cries
                     for Help.

As I let my lead-weighed, deadweight
Body succumb to exhaustion
                             I want to stand
                          a minute longer
                        so as to reach out
                      and call
                    for You.

And maybe I could tell you

That your fears are valid,
And the fright is real,
But your nightmares hold just as much power
As you let them.

That the Noise of the world
Is really just made of several silences
And every silence is eager to tell its Story
If you care to listen.

That the sobs that wrack your body sometimes
Are reflected a million times everywhere,
But the questions that stare back at you in the mirror
Are yours alone.

That most of your education was lies.
That pain isn't necessary to know of pleasure.
That the Universe doesn't really give a shit.
That Karma isn't real.

That it is your insignificance
In the greater scheme of things
Which lets you be gloriously SIGNIFICANT
For just the tiniest of moments.

That heartbreak is as bad as it sounds
And all morality is overrated.
Because all your truths, and mine, in the End
Belong to a larger lie.

That failure, once or many times, comes cheap
But surrendering is unaffordable.
That the men who refuse to meet your eye
Will never meet your expectations.

That the little girl peddling a rainbow of flowers
Never had a real chance at anything
And she is a reminder of how unfair life is
And how lucky you are.

That somewhere between heresy and blind belief
Our fear of the Inevitable End ties us together.
That women everywhere around the world
Have pretty eyes.

That I have tried hard and long
To make you believe in this one life you own,
And I hope the unbearable ecstasy of being pervades your days
And lets you sleep at night.

That as the night grows darker than darkness
I know you know all I could've told you
But I hope you're still around
To let me help you
To help me somehow.

11 comments:

Zehra said...

GENIUS, PLEASE.

Anonymous said...

A wonderful way with words.Delight to read. :)

Unknown said...

Well, you know I am incapable of understanding most of it but you always amaze me with your poems. And I think this one is your best yet.

Unknown said...

wonderful poem....

Radhikaa Sharma said...

VICTORIAN HOTTIE. PLEASE.

Radhikaa Sharma said...

Thank you so much. I hope you keep returning for more.

Radhikaa Sharma said...

Thank you so much. For the support and the encouragement. Despite not understanding most of it. X'D

Radhikaa Sharma said...

Thanks SB.

Ivor said...

This is AMAZING! I'm speechless. One of the best poem I've read. It says so much. I started reading it and just couldn't stop. It put a charm on me.

You are an extremely talented person. Write things like this and surely, someday, the world will hear you

I really feel privileged to have known you

Radhikaa Sharma said...

Shourya, thank you so much.

Your opinion matters bohot, and I'm glad you like this one. ♡

Ivor said...

I'm not Shourya. I'm Ivor!!!
:P :D
Who's Shourya anyway?