Slip Away into the Night

Sometimes morning is not just about waking up
It’s an ordeal, it’s a nightmare.

Just like the one,  where you wake up and find yourself
In the middle of an ocean.
Fighting for each breath, you give out SOS, but its all in vain.

There is no savior, you are on your own
There is this voice that resonates in your head
But to let it out, you are too scared.

You don’t want to be called crazy,
There is already enough name tags you hold.

All you want to do is slip away in to the night.

You don’t understand, why do you have to get up.
Sun tries hard to pull you out of the bed
But you don’t want to get up when your brain is dead.

You stare outside the window for hours and hours
And see these people passing by:  some strangers some known.

You try to figure out, if they feel the same
Or this “dead-brain” is only your thing to claim.

And you sit with your knees touching your heart
Tucked in bed sheet, feeling invisible to time
You wait patiently, for each hour to pass.
And time mocks you on your face.
Take its sweet time, travels in its own pace.

My Fallacies

I am the king of gloominess
it runs in my veins
but seldom
emotes from my brain

the sad demise of a heart
this life like a broken jar
i keep the pieces entact within
try not to leave it to stars

Rarely, I can keep it tight
think of it as going smooth
no hurdles, no strike
everything is alright

the drunk, the homeless
the beggar on the street
sound and look more
jovial to me

May be I should change places
with them for eternity
see if it helps
calm down my insanity

The craziness of wishful thinking
the ugliness of uncertainity
beautification is not an option
when it comes to my fallacies

Brain Plug…

(Inspired from different dialogues 
spoken,
situations seen and handled)

A dying entity
housed within wrecked walls
feeble, weak and broken apart
this brain is fu**ed up
and no one can restart

Once a a piece of flesh
and nerves of creativity
Now a a dead meat in its coffin
sleeping silently.

Waiting to be born again
like a Phoenix from ashes
wondering how much the body can take
when it is in eighties

So much for the will power
a debate of mind versus brain
but crazy heart,
lives in a different domain

When do I give you the permission
to pull my brain plug
I am still breathing, feeling the pain
needless to say, I am still living.
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