Without Consent

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To die every day,
we cling on to
whatever we chose
without our consent


Why do we all let ourselves hurt for something we regret?

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Hope

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Like an autumn hit in my twenties
Spring in my soul sheds all at once.
But to be the saviour of my world,
I will linger and hold on a bit more.

Push me; I’ll dip and crash on the shore,
as I am hollow, floating on the edge solo.
Or let me wait and conquer with light,
people, dreams and hopes of tomorrow.

What if these mountains will move,
as I climb up the stairway of time.
What if my twenties be the beginning
for me to be what I want to be.


hope for tomorrow

Voyage To The Other Side

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In a boat, we sail away from the shore
for our journey to be a part of the lore.
But lately, I drag myself into a hole
to slowly melt and merge into the night
where I will see the light on the other side
when I will be the memory you obliviate.
Let your lovelessness be our secret
Let this ink dry and die on our story.


Stained Views

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In the last page of an old diary
I wrote the cliffhanger of my bold story
Blue in my pen then loudly spilled
all of that I hid till my seventeen
It melted my misery, a mere witchery,
anchored their souls in dear mystery
I am a breath away to blend the true colours
to fill the voids of my broken twenties.
I am no more a light-year away to seek
what I will soak in my thirties.


Written by, Sanjay M Bhaskar