झरोखा - A window to my soul

A Myriad of Thoughts

Somedays my heart hurts a lot,
and all I wish was to never have thought...
What would become of me,
where would I go...
Who would hold me,
when I hit the lowest of the low.

The pain broke my back,
the noose tightened around my neck...
The weight of my musings,
hit me the hardest at night...
And rope of hope bloodied my hands,
as I held on to it with all my might.

The streets of my mind,
a path I do not wish to take...
The house of memories that lie there,
is a monster I don't wish to wake.
So there only remains the heart,
a home I wanted to share...
But it's walls were made of broken glass,
used and tormented it laid there...

Now with a heart that hurts
when I breathe,
and a mind that didn't offer me
any semblance of peace...
I dream in the wake of the night,
with my eyes open...
of a future so unattainable,
the threads of which were always unwoven.

As the denial fades and the acceptance wades,
I go back to the secret gardens of my mind
a sanctuary that's one of a kind...
with the bluest of skies, and the flutter of butterflies,
A place I've sworn, no one could ever find.