Dearth of words to appreciate is what I'm feeling now. @a_gentilischi is the one of the kindest person I ever met who supported and inspired me from the beginning here on mirakee along with y'all. Thank you everyone!
Oh ! Please hold on, This delusional moment might make you feel void, Trapping your thoughts in the cage, Appearing to be doorless, Leaving you in an amaze. Oh ! Please hold on.
Oh ! Please hold on, This nanosecond might thrill you with tremor of unease, Making your fingers incapable to hold your vibrating pen, Resonating to pour the enchanting spell. Oh ! Please hold on.
Oh ! Please hold on, This achromic instant might leave you with dearth of words, Muting your inner voice, Ceasing the elixir of bleeding ink, Abandoning you with nothing as everything. Oh ! Please hold on.
Slowly, you saw the city citing its darkness After a very long time The waxing crescent smiled at the waning prejudices Overloaded by dexterity of tangible tactics The volts of the brain, hit another jolt And that joy of the jolt Asked for another 'why'
Slowly, those who have never beheld the sky Are busy in aligning your star To provide you with the 'ladder' of this world To climb higher up and then drown you in ocean of their lies with every other trainees Travelling for same transaction While wishing different answers All in effort to starve you of your own self
Slowly, your sob ...your tears .. your thoughts mingling to be alike These wonders weave the arc to archaic And you knew it's just 'you' here For a while ... whirling in several 'whys '... Somewhere the truths instilling its tale together
Slowly, the voices of your composition was in restitution You might have craved for your known niche While the soul was carving itself in wherever ,whenever and whatever air you were breathing in.....known or unknown
"Help me,I can't write. I am losing this battle,I can't fight. My thoughts are blinding me,I lost sight. I don't know whats wrong or whats right. I hold a pen and i start to tremble. I try to write,the words won't assemble. I put down my head,I can't think clear. My mind floats to somewhere else thats not here. How will I survive if I can't put words in ink? My thoughts get ahead of me and I can't think. I have no one to talk to,I'm all alone. So i have to find a way to write or I'll die slowly until i am totally gone. They told me it helps to write down my fears . But everytime i try to write,my pages get wet with tears. So i tell myself,maybe think of happy thoughts. But I don't have any,so instead of words i just draw dots. I call myself a writer,I guess that is a lie. Because here i am sitting,writing nothing,I can't even try. But I have to write it or I'll get destroyed. But all these things inside that i try to avoid. But I have to write or I'll die. So I started with,'Help me I can't write',sigh.."