"Is the pain really fructifying?" Strip off the mask you have been wearing; Take a breath And with it take the blazing light in... Hold out your hand And feel the mystifying metaphors Of a world beyond the horizon Slowly trample your senses... Let the inebriated drops of agony Bring to you the ecstasy of delirium; Or do you fear It might invoke your demons? Burn down your paradoxical cage With the acrid coldness in your soul! Feel in your heart The empty flame of stained silences... What good is a silence If it can't contain the silences! Close your eyes now; Suture them, If that's what it takes! But don't you dare let the pain escape!
"While Crowing my senses Spew my screams Under the sapphire skies And the lit blooms Of motley and above Digging hard rocks Marking the graves Of those who never lived Waiting to layoff For the 'Summer Calling' And the dead old remains " #SelfieStories#Spring#Summercalling#Writing#Occasional