Chaos and hopelessness
I walk away from my unpaid room
the stair case gives me a jolting nightmare
the whole house gives me a jhum jhum wala feeling
as the scenic city now weights like a dungeon
with shattered sky and a hanging hunchback
yawning at my tattered life with his boredom
and long known alleys and streets curse at me
like a drunken tramp who is awaiting a final ride
to transport him back to his asleep family and forgotten home
but night breathes despite my disapproval
slaughtering my bygone memories and peaceful search,
preaching the mantra of anarchy, discontent and gunshot
soon... the night translates into nightmare
and nightmare into life
again life translates into night
slowly...time takes me back to my rented room
where every absence is placed in same state
because every heartbeat is nothing but a phantom
thus, I am bound to live a life in curfew
where every now and then I walk into the night
but night only laughs at my wrinkled footprints
and if only I could visit the womb of time
I would kill myself without any second thought
just to live happily ever after
Poetry by Saurav Bashyal
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Written on 2016-01-04 at 17:28
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Curfew Nights
I walk away from my unpaid room
the stair case gives me a jolting nightmare
the whole house gives me a jhum jhum wala feeling
as the scenic city now weights like a dungeon
with shattered sky and a hanging hunchback
yawning at my tattered life with his boredom
and long known alleys and streets curse at me
like a drunken tramp who is awaiting a final ride
to transport him back to his asleep family and forgotten home
but night breathes despite my disapproval
slaughtering my bygone memories and peaceful search,
preaching the mantra of anarchy, discontent and gunshot
soon... the night translates into nightmare
and nightmare into life
again life translates into night
slowly...time takes me back to my rented room
where every absence is placed in same state
because every heartbeat is nothing but a phantom
thus, I am bound to live a life in curfew
where every now and then I walk into the night
but night only laughs at my wrinkled footprints
and if only I could visit the womb of time
I would kill myself without any second thought
just to live happily ever after
Poetry by Saurav Bashyal
Read 643 times
Written on 2016-01-04 at 17:28
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