Transformation...

time passes by... you change... wish there was a mirror to show your soul at every step of life...

Walking down the same road,

My senses trying to explode,

Ages ago I might have cried,

But now I just hide,

 

Another heavy transformation story,

Rest in peace in all its glory,

Just like the way life is to her,

Paved ways for the messenger’s daughter,

 

Time chose the ways to be free,

Left nothing else for me to be,

Illusions of being trapped in care,

Lived through that, it’s only fair...

 

The blind lady crossing the street,

The amateur missing a beat,

No one left to cheat...

When there’s no ground below your feet,

 

 

Still putting silver linings in grisly dark clouds,

In peace and in doubts,

May be its just safe to assume,

The colosseum’s not any better than my empty room,

 

And the hackneyed taste

Of the same songs that play

In the neighbourhood,

Drives me insane, sets me free,

 

 

With pain refrigerated

And fear driving me on,

The rest so feeble

That even the highest stimulus,

The most revolting emotions,

Never evokes

Anything more

 

Than a breath of smoke,

And inroads of numbing paranoia forever...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Still putting silver linings in grisly dark clouds,
In peace and in doubts,"
A amazing poem with powerful words and statements. We must learn many things to survive a life.
"Than a breath of smoke,
And inroads of numbing paranoia forever.."
A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Siddhartha]

Intense and vividly visual...the keen eye for details seeking out the extraordinaire in what outwardly seems mediocre and mundane is amazing...

[Khaaki]

Beautiful abhas... there are always some small and seemingly insignificant memories that stay with you throughout your life... Making you smile making you cry... but most importantly they make you grow...