Sometimes, it becomes more than a word
In environs
Sucked, squeezed, bland, pitch dark
Life feels stuck
In an oblivion
Where words play cruel games
Some meanings you do get
But most sound familiar yet meaningless
Like the frustrating maze of tapestries
It was only the last evening
When you had seen the world anew
Sensing the volition
And conversing within
And hopelessness was just a word
But not anymore
It is there to tear you apart
In a day only
Giving words phrases you don’t want to hear
And what kills your more
Is you even don’t want to run
Sometimes, it makes you feel so empty
That you stop listening to yourself
Lost in those dark environs
In a maze that sucks you within
Humiliating any conversation
Trying to kill every sense you talk
It does so when you start losing the grip
On being yourself

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/


The darkness is converging

And the similes are deviating

The horizon is shrinking

And the meanings are agreeing

The wind is in a rush to get intimate

The rain is willing to reciprocate

The communion is to be passionate

Pushed by the nature’s urge to create

The journey in these hours

From vagueness to dark showers

Rewriting the spell that it honours

To retell the tale as it flowers

The sky looks all so clean

Swept by the darkness and its sheen

The similes are singing, look so keen

Spread over the horizon now so green


©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/