Unsettling
breakthrough the doors.
What implies on me,
standing in the queue?
those little ones,
who brushes through me,
making me lean.
turns me high,
entangles the feelings by.
The little face,
turns me high,
refreshing my feelings by.
broken humor,
crushes from above.
leaves the road,
uprooted by challenges,
intertwined.
for some are for minute time.
Some instances are for a lifetime,
for some are for minute time.
while disbelieving it all.
We end up letting go of all that
while disbelieving it all.
while awaiting deepens the scars.
Rusted bruises often hurt more,
piercing the skin,
ending up without healing.
ending up without bearing.
Ending up without fearing,
all the wounds are open.
disturbs my inner peace,
while my soul is awake,
how can I sleep?
breakthrough the doors.
What implies on me,
standing in the queue?
those little ones,
who brushes through me,
making me lean.
disturbs my soul,
while my inner peace is awake,
how can I sleep?
{Cover- Image from Dream}
Theme of the poem: Unsettling
There are times in our life we feel consumed, tired. It is not like we do not have any motivation but our inner peace is hampered. We used to believe that feelings and emotions were great and were at their peak, as time passes, we learn that nothing is in sync. No one will stick to you unless you run behind them. No one will fall stay awake for you, no one will wait for you, no one will push you, there is no one out there. You were the only one who yearned to push, who yearned to be the gear, no one else has time for that. Everyone is settled in their own world. You learn all this, but now you are too overwhelmed and numb to know why is it like this. There was this spark in you that always told you the opposite, it seems that it is disappearing, you are left in the wave, all alone, to sink.