Letting Go Of The Memories!

My words are torment of time and age; I seek whatever I can to get by each day. Standing on the edge of the mountain and singing a song of hope, well, deliberate act of mistake can make people understand me less. I hum my song to the verge of coincide everyone’s feeling. I seek positive replacements and utter words that motivate them, to step away from an edge, to make their will far greater than they see. Awaken moments and broken promises that are enforced on us to play their song over and over again till you forget to hum the song of hope that was given from the day you were born. Yes, innocence that has left you now, you seek its virginity broken in demise. But your shyness and shame would cover your dignity enough to make a change for tomorrow. A voice inside you will scream even then, “There is no such thing as love”. Yet, you will seek day in and day out for once that was yours. “Believe…” a voice will echo, like a light you seem to have forgotten, yet have found a road. You will stand and walk and lay, as a child you dreamt of a place that was once. Your fury will lead to a greater danger but remember the song you once sung is still in your heart. The place you dreamt will play your song of hope. Take your courage from the smallest details to the deepest slumbers. “Be at peace”, will say the time, “for you have reached a place where everything is mine, lay your head low, destination is a place where you will go”.

I Need Light!

Welcome to a place where I'm forgotten. In the darkness where I'm all alone, I see no light nor feel any warm presence. I'm an embodied witness of my own crime; I stay in my heart as I try to close my mind. Living is only a word when I'm crawling on my lies; I pick up all the broken pieces of my past. Analyze them, study them, scratch the walls for more darkness behind them, kill myself and bring myself alive again and I repeat everything all over again like a mad man. I feel like "Gotham City", city of no hope, mothers leaving their babies in garbage drums, people crying for help and no one comes, even the people who can hear the cries are deaf to tones. When I think about a fictional place, I feel I've been there. I'm there, running from something, someone, just running. When we are so alone, where do we go? What do we do? How do we find that place where everything is alright? The darkness always comes to me, talk to me when I'm all alone. Is the cemetery near me or have I been put to rest already?