Author: Hancy Paras Biswakarma
Poetry
salvation for fickle heart
You were a rainbow for my rain.
Remedy to my pain.
Though we have chosen to go our separate ways.
I have returned to my self-pity cage.
I am afraid of what it has done to me.
I get lost in thoughts, and it is hard to get out of it.
Sleepless nights and these red blurred eyes.
Made me realize that you were my shining knight.
I didn't mean the thing that I had said to you.
Though I probably don't deserve it.
Please forgive me and take me in with you.
Give me a chance to make it up to you.
Random thougts
I don't know what I am seeking.
Answer to all those questions?
Or questions to answer?
Am I lost?
Or
I want to be lost?
Sometimes I am a genius.
And sometimes just another fool.
Clueless
I went on a search.
Searching for the meaning of life
More I went seeking it
I became oblivion of it.
Now I have encountered nothingness.
I perceive nothingness within everything.
It has consumed me.
I am now nothing.
I Lost
I am suffocating in my expectations.
I am drowning in my hopelessness.
I am lost and want to cry.
But tears won't come out of my eyes.
I feel like I am stuck at this moment.
With utter hopelessness and bewilderment.
I am tired and want to quit.
But I can't muster the courage to do it.
I guess I am what all those people call, a loser.
A sore loser who lost to himself.