Time and space had no meaning for Shyamli but Noor’s life was governed by rules laid out for humans. Shyamli had learned to tiptoe around these intricacies of human living.
Did the strings breakOr the melody die outWere they so complexThe words and the sounds?Composing emotionsDid you fall into the trapOf raking up memoriesKept under a wrap?Now here’s a whimperThere a mad laughterGrief from the pastRises in dark spectre!
Whirling in my mindA collective hallucinationOf spirits guiding meTowards insanityI blindly embraceSights and soundsOf each murky thought A part of me lingersIn the stale pastSeeking answersFrom silhouettesMelting in the mistFar from sightNever far from mind! Delirium descendsOn my tired mindChaos ascendsIn my troubled heartI crave for solaceIn the labriynthsOf my raving madness My mind blowsDarkContinue reading “Mind Matters”