souravmudgal

@jerry_21 An asshole yet a very beautiful human.

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  • souravmudgal 1w

    Moonlight cast the spell with
    sudden rainfall as I gently close my eyes
    with the breeze
    to not feel your presence again,
    yet I feel you so much in its scent.

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  • souravmudgal 1w

    Lifeless skin drips the
    blood, pain is like an escape
    from myriads of thoughts,
    a bite down on the lip as the
    eyes close into the throng
    of tears, blocking every
    emotion out that searched
    for cure. A promise is made
    to the devil, I stick to it for
    a few weeks, he torments
    me until every shattered bit
    of soul owned by him. I look
    into the reflector, waves are
    crashing over me, a lost longing
    resurrects itself in a cold
    isolated red-pigmented sea.
    Couple of weeks go by,
    he stood with a smirking face,
    promise was made to find
    the cure, just one more slit,
    one rope and no more
    need to cope.

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  • souravmudgal 1w

    For a while let's not talk in metaphors,
    since you asked what makes me
    curious about death, it takes me back
    to the days I cannot remember
    when I stepped in, stainless by that
    voyage, I knew well the use of blades
    but what else can I hope for if my brain
    resembles the whole demonic race
    and the words I scream occurred
    in those verses, suicides have special
    language that comes with great price.
    Twice I have declared war against
    the foe who possessed my brain,
    been beaten and eaten, have taken
    over my soul. Fear settles deep
    into the bones by looking at those
    smeared pair of eyes, she sounds as
    sweet as a hymn, that appeared like
    a beautiful tale, I leaned towards them,
    so then what went wrong. Her lips
    on my neck that I mistook for a kiss,
    a bottle in my clenched fist, shards
    of empty glass go flying and a smile
    through the pain.

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  • souravmudgal 4w

    I'm sorry to bring up the
    death again but last night all Poe's
    stories started to make sense,
    airwaves fluttering my windows
    turned pale that doubled up
    what I felt before.
    The area of attack slowly
    diminished, now he aimed to target
    only my brain, the heart he
    already crammed with the relatable
    resentment for he has done
    everything that the
    devil inside me always wanted.
    The raven didn't come on
    the December night to sniff the
    poems to the blood and pain,
    his verses delivered nothing,
    nothing for the whole
    bleak December, my loves were dying,
    or maybe it was for the love
    that died, all words I gathered and
    all words I wrote never rhymed
    until this Thursday night when the
    eagles tapped my door
    instead of his raven.
    Fairytales turned out to be a bad interlude
    of the poetries, that wished to
    replicate the madness
    and terrible beauty of his jinxes.

    ©souravmudgal

  • souravmudgal 5w

    Along with a self-doubting tag
    and sickeningly depressing taste in
    music that contrasts every memory
    differently, it's hard to capture
    them in words but more painful to
    capture them in pictures that keep
    on wrestling with a she-devil I had
    previously known as a beautiful woman.
    After going through the several layers
    of reality I got trapped in a self-made
    illusion, no matter where I lay my
    head at night she welcomes me with
    her arms wide open, a surrealist
    noose gripped around my neck, as the
    moon reaches the pinnacle, I cry
    into a gun. Escaping the hallucinations
    become the last possibility so I threw
    myself in the tub, on nights when I'm
    far too drunk, to turn drugs into an
    escape from both reality and illusions,
    under these weight of cold futility the
    fragments of my soul got lost in the dark.

    ©souravmudgal

  • souravmudgal 5w

    It isn't easy to hold onto someone for long, at least I believed it but with you, I'm dreaming an old life with the wrinkles on our face, sitting near the fireplace listening to our favorite songs. Before you love was barely a word for me but when you happened to me, I knew that it's all I ever need. It's your love and the smile I ever need, can you place your hands on my hands and let me die a happy man. I hope you're getting what im trying to say, home isn't a place confined to four walls, but it's in you where I live and breathe, you're the hope that calms my soul and brings peace to me.

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  • souravmudgal 7w

    She isn't just beautiful from the outside but even more beautiful from the inside, in fact, there's so much more than beauty in her that even my eyes can't behold, no im not saying that Keats phrase was wrong "beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder" that's what he said and it's true when she finds beauty in others, her eyes are no less than the living miracle and beauty lies in them.

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  • souravmudgal 7w

    When I can't stand long and my words fall of their
    charm, you'll be holding my hand as my bones get
    weak, you're my good reason for being alive.
    When things are no more the same and my voice
    trembles while mumbling the love, I will give you all
    of me to express what I will always have in me.
    No matter how weak we get, how old we get, cause
    what's love if it's only for the strong and young,
    even if I cannot stand on my feet, I'll still be holding you.

    ©souravmudgal

  • souravmudgal 8w

    Nothing cuts through the skin
    to hurt but still, you're in my thoughts,
    at the doorstep not of my heart
    but the brain, I opened up the door
    and you took the seat at the silhouette
    side, I'm talking to your ghost and
    manipulating the memories that never
    happened, what I wished had.
    Surrendering the burden of love into
    a warzone, deafening silence
    triggered the emotions at the whisper
    of your name, a minute passes by
    the truth, and your shadow in
    and out on the wall left me stuck in
    the comma. The daylight shatters
    to the dark as hours skip past
    my eyes with each second I count
    on fingertips, broken strings held
    by the hope that is already drooping
    at the edge, and I stitched those
    fragments together, I fell in love
    with your illusions that I created.

    ©souravmudgal

  • souravmudgal 10w

    In a mad world, I ran into an endless
    loop of pain with love that didn't
    last long but the heartbreak did, and
    since then I've run from the people
    who pretend to wear their hearts on
    the sleeves. I listen to your heart
    beating into my chest each night I try
    to fall asleep, but now I don't like its
    sound, I spent my time reading the
    poetries where you breathe with the
    demons of yours, who rose from
    the verses, ready to flirt inside my head.
    Hands hurt, it bleeds but still, I pick
    up the sharp edges, my soul screams
    yet the words kept on choking the
    throat until the voice that surges out
    isn't mine anymore, as I decided to
    wear the scars that were neatly folded
    in my ribs' case. The demon inside
    the head owns a knife to write on my
    pulses. Abandoned with no hope,
    I clung onto be dead, trapped in the flesh
    that never belonged to me, how can
    they hold my hand when I've broken it
    to the bones. Sedated with the lies,
    drawn into a corner, with nowhere
    to hide, never to be heard neither to
    be found, I jumped out of the mad
    world into an endless abyss.

    ©souravmudgal