Cycle of Chaos

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Looking at a spot
For hours on end
Mind heavy with thought
Heart heavy again
Looking back, I recall
The promises about the aim
Butting head with fate
All, to change who I am

And how it came to this
An empty shell at the beach
The sound of the ocean is a scam
The illusion of peace that I am
Oh, don’t be fooled with the posture
The signs which suggest the calm
Nothing but the remains of defeat
Of the battle lost and, of the swords withdrawn.

It’s not numbness that has spread
But the guilt of not being brave
The sobs that have wrecked the body
And regret eats away at the soul
Oh, how I wish to start over again
To rid of this cruel mayhem
Where I am crying for myself
But no tear tracks as evidence.

Comments

  1. RK JhaFebruary 9, 2020 at 6:11 AM

    Beautifully crafted....
    Words🙌

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  2. SandipMay 19, 2020 at 8:40 AM

    " I wish to start over again". Then start over, maybe the illusion you see is the chaos itself.

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    1. InBetweenMay 19, 2020 at 9:46 AM

      You are right. We see illusion as reality;chaos. Thank you for your words Sandip.

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    2. DebaaaaaMay 19, 2020 at 9:49 AM

      Too high for my thoughts.

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    3. SandipMay 19, 2020 at 9:50 AM

      This comment has been removed by the author.

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    4. DebaaaaaMay 19, 2020 at 9:51 AM

      Sach me bhaiii.

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    5. InBetweenMay 19, 2020 at 9:53 AM

      Sandip, you sly monkey.

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    6. DebaaaaaMay 19, 2020 at 9:55 AM

      Serious replies only please.

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