An unnecessary revolution brewing inside tempting to explode. A high rush of sands at heart and visions which breaks walls of sanctity.

It’s easy when said but hypocrisms’ races over everything. Question surfaces to put a stop but the identity of a man subjugates every big reason to stop.

The dream to turn out as sharp as dagger now is a Doom to my burning eyes.

I predict the future to fall into abyss taking every last penny of mine.

To burn into smoke that swarmed over my soul choking me at the end.

The stories riling up our hearts, carving its way to its end or the rays of your eyes reaching to my blood. I spent the darkest of hours grueling with thick beads of tears absorbing my pillows.

The stories in my heart, makes my eyes red with no vision for survival.  Humans keep on trying to conjure an end but fail to dare anyway. When someone says it’s not real, it was done for it was acquiescence. It hurts so much like clawing on your deserted hope.          The fact when you put all your feelings in one person and it all shatters like it’s meant to.

Memories, Attachment, Love, Peace, Destruction and Heartbreak-everything at once gushed into a raging fire. The look of astounding truth on her face, the dooming reality and in synchronicity I just want to end it here.

The soul residing inside belongs to a demon with pain, hatred and one unknown reason which corroded every realm in me.

A stagnant memory of holding hands, a mere gaze into the windows of heart. Back to the old lane of innocence, it brought smile; a real smile to my body, soul and to my drowning heart. A sense of belongingness over to that pain and hatred coupling my senses to cripple down. My dimensions into a rare fit of reality desperately trying to gasp for any air of escape.

The distrust faking its love. Maybe everything is constructed under a hoax that replicated its distraught nature.  The distance unified in dreams, where fakes uplifted its guard. A touch of gaze through each other’s eyes and everything burnt in my tears.

Regret apologized but the pain afflicted yet again with fanatic thoughts and prickling realities.

When gravities of soul clashes into one another, you get perspectives in the death of shadows. Reality and Truth, same all together but maybe a difference in trenches of vision not visible in the light of fragmentation.

Will I be the shard among the shield of facades?

Or the same drowning tale again and again?

 

By:

Nupur Roy

1 B BA (H) English