Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Empty Bag

An empty bag echoes a silence 
Of the vacuum hiding within.
Locked its mouth glued to self
No more there is an exchange .
Delicate this sturdy bag is now 
In no time it broke its crown !
Ashamed its hiding in a corner 
The most toughest turned prisoner.
Its of no use to the ones around
As its now in self lockdown 
This empty bag is struggling 
To open up like usual being .
-SSW

Monday, November 18, 2019

What keeps you moving

What keeps you moving all in piece
When broken parts scream within
To end the war for once and all
As calling troops will make it worse.
What keeps you pushing all in piece
When scattered parts command within
To end the going for once and all
As showing to world will make it worse.
What keeps you living all in piece 
When weeping calls silence within 
Pleading to end for once and all
As no place can accept this call!
What keeps you living and laughing
What keeps you moving in smiling 
When all that your here is to end it.
-SSW

Little Battle

The little battle to live and breathe 
Away from the synchronous reach!
Knows no depth of the calm scene
And rising storm carving in reins.
What chokes this mind to the soul,
Takes away to the rotten road
Restless mind flinches the smell
Of the people walking by them
It fumbles to fall tripping to rise
Fighting a spirit to get up to ride.
But the rising smoke ladens around
Making the sight out of the surround
Soon the covers become too thick
For it to battle ahead to rise and live 
The little battle ends to the time
Making way for the silence to shine!
-SSW

Sunday, November 17, 2019

Painted Scar

The painted Scar looks so beautiful
Glittering in the shine of the dutiful
Scratches are deep unable to heal
But artistic curves are on the reel!
Who sits besides it to listen and talk?
Finding the hiding wound behind the scar!
It is dressed so vibrant,neat and clean
Looking so silent,calm and serene .
But deep down it is infected of pain,
Its oozing  tears is soaked in the paint.
Unable to stand and move around 
This deep scar is stitched to its mouth.
There is an ischar growing within
Finding its depth in to the clogged vein.
Its seen to the eyes closed around
Walking away with a sharp frown.

Slowly this scar is seen all necrosed,
And
This beautiful covering is fallen to floor!
-SSW


Saturday, November 16, 2019

The Reckless Mind

The Reckless mind drives in thoughts
Knows no way but goes too far
Away from the buzzing of around 
Takes a journey of silence for hours?
The reckless mind overtakes from all ,
Catching the speed of winds along!
Playing the stunts on mind and heart
Risking each minute to the journey far
Spectators around cheering the change 
Applauding not knowing the mistaken.
One day,
this reckless mind crashes too hard,
Hitting thyself and breaking in large
Bleeding to end it navigates as far,
Hiding its scars to the gazes of laugh.
Lying in corner its breathing to think,
Can it get up again to think and live ?

The applauding hands have walked away
Not bothering to find this mind's tale!

The one that is lying gasping for breath
And closing its mind forever to rest !

-SSW


Friday, November 15, 2019

O Lord

O lord ,My Almighty you testify me each day 
With my silence and smile growing everyday
This is the time when i am breaking down 
Watching my path crumble without frown
I know i am failing to be as patient you want
I know you are testing each day my lord!
Yet i am unable to maintain my calm
At times i loose and break down in words
My endless composition and writings to you
They all can be read and understood only by YOU.
Some are to be seen some are hiding within
You are the eye of my every unseen 
I have been always a grumpy child of you 
But today with all my hardships around
i have surrendered to will of you my Lord
I worry less but just loosing my inner self
I go quiet and away from all the glittery world.
My work is on my head and life ahead
I am walking on a string of single thread
You know my lord i believe in miracles 
Just that i see it happening for others around
I know my lord you know what i mean to say
O lord pull me up before i loose my self!

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