Hues of a restless ruin!

Mostly found in an envelope,
I am on my way to new towns.
Fleeing away some days,
Some days, leaving after saying goodbye.
Running away from emotions,
Hiding away from it, most times.
The sky is the limit,
Or is it not?
Some days hopeless,
Some days serendipity.
Reminiscing some days,
Some days laughing at the tragedies.

For a nomad,
Of emotions and life,
My ruin shall always be restless.

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I.

Wish I may, wish I might.

I wish I could express.
The madness, the chaos.
The hunger, the struggle.
The hues, the cries.
The agony, the frustration.
The anxiety, the guilt.
The hopelessness, the deafening pain.
Emotions.
Alas! The voice, it ditches me,
While the pen holds me tight.
And these silent cries,
They never leave the four walls but land on them.
Will ever, they find a release?
Or maybe, I’ll just smile away the reality.

Peace. Nature. I.

Amidst mountains,
I found light.
Something that I lost along the way.
Something that I have been craving long.
Something that I have been missing out.
Something that I have been looking for long.

Amidst mountains,
I found laughter.
Something that I had forgotten.
Something that I had faked all along.
Something that I wish I had been more free at.
Something that I have been looking for long.

Amidst mountains,
I found myself.
Something.
Everything.
Every time.

Which one are you?

The ones with the broken hearts,
A faint smile on the lips,
A serene pain inside.
Out of habit,
Or the familiarity of it all.
You’ll never ask,
They’ll never show.

The ones with the broken hopes,
Eyes stuck on the ground,
Mind roaming around.
Out of habit,
Or the fear of breaking down again.
You’ll never ask,
They’ll never show.

The ones with broken homes,
Wanderers, nomads,
Give them any name.
They leave before you can.
You’ll never ask,
They’ll never stay.

The ones with broken trust,
The walls up so high,
Mysterious grins,
Pain boiling inside.
You’ll never give your hand,
They’ll never hold it on their own.

To each,
Their own brokenness.
To each,
Their own set of loss.
One medicine to heal it all,
Love.
Love.
Love.
Love.

Lost.

That feeling of being lost,
still stuck in the bones.
I crack it,
like my knuckles.
It comes back like the air I breathe,
Taunting.
Haunting me like the ghosts I see.
Put two foot forward,
it pulls me back ten.
That feeling of being lost,
still stuck in the bones.

Everyday.

Everyday, I let it go.
A little bit of you,
A little bit of me,
A little bit of everyone,
I’ll ever be.

Everyday, I see.
A little bit of happiness,
A little sadness,
Hues and cries,
And sometimes the grey skies.

Everyday, I shiver.
To the thoughts of death,
To the thoughts of future,
To the ones I’ve loved,
And the ones I’ll ever will or won’t.

Everyday, I stumble.
Across new cities,
Across new love.
Some new heartbreaks,
And new ice cream tubs.

Everyday, I console.
My heart.
My mind.
People I know,
And the ones I don’t want to.

Everyday, I let go.
A little bit of you,
A bit of me.
A bit of this world.

One day,
I’ll let go.
Of you.
Of everyone.
And maybe just hold onto myself.