Soledad

Sometimes it's a pleasure in being stuck , Stuck within the walls of insecurities. Fighting every time with pain, Trying to find some closure. Being inside a black box, Shouting out loud, Releasing the pain out. Silence is falling upon us, Seems soothing, Gradually the silence is itself eating us up, Tearing us apart, Pushing us towards loneliness. Hoping to hear some bangs, But the total impairment, Breaking down the leftover feelings, Fear shivering down through the bones, Not a single gulp going down through the throat. Staying alive, But killing all the emotions, Acting like soulless, Starving for the stridulation, But no-one is beside to produce it. Seeking help in the mode of trending, But acting like nothing happened, Just to maintain the fame. A moment of silence is always appreciated, But increment of its duration, Is frightening. Always wanting to be jocular, But rarely getting any chances. Hoping to enjoy the tag:"The more the merrier....

Willing to travel through time, Trying to make all decisions shine. Life grows like branches, And flows like the wind over the leaves of deed. Living a paradise by trusting the vacant souls, And slipping through crimes. Prodigy to self, But a weirdo to all. Beliefs untrusted by whole, But still stuck to the entangled views. Rolling down the stairs, Hurting the body, Still no words from the soul, As found dead for a long haul. Wished , Been like Energy, Neither created nor destroyed, But lived a long head. Zoned out, Floating in space, Feeling high. But came in, Sensed back, Trapped within walls, Wandering around the thoughts of peace and pleasure. Transparency, Hoped for. But still all in a translucency mode. Revealing oneself's some percent, Hiding rest to maintain status. Ups and downs, But an endless one, Finding and finding, But still loosing. Wanted to share feelings through emotions, But nowadays it's digital. Wanted some part of life t...

The amount of hope of mingling with some people got nullified. The time isn't thinking of moving it's legs forward. Staring and remembering those problems which were unsolved and trying to make a traffic in beautiful thoughts. As days are passing by, curtains closing, encaging ourselves inside those walls of limited freedom. Without doing any massive sin, we are still suffering the life in a modern generation cell. The silence at times of havoc seems to be a bit unbearable after a long time. Somewhere people are dying, trying to control their rats,but later or sooner they bite onto something unusual. We are hiding ourselves and also our feelings, trying to be invisible in these days of quarantine but there are some for whom it's the only chance to improve them by recovering their haunts with sanitized future.

The basic physical idea of moving forward in life,      The gradual movement of upbringing,      The Synchronized Silence. It's either the peace of being of together or the distress of loneliness. It's on the verge of life and death; One way it's light and the other way it's darkness....      The Balance in Nature. Nowadays some people; basically the young age is in a hurry to move forward and do something wonderful with their lives whereas the people who are growing old,who had past their young age are also in a gradual hurry of moving forward to live the life left in past,by gaining so much in present.     It's not only just the legs which helps us to move,but also our passion and commitment which gives us the support of doing something.     We all want a partner;deep down inside,we want someone;;to with us,to guide us,to be with us forever. They may be our parents,maybe someone special or maybe a stranger.    ...

Sitting on a chair, Talking with my shadow, Trying to hold the darkness within me, Reflection of some sort of happiness glimpsed through the windows, Dogs barking, cats meowing,  birds chirping, Sitting under the open sky gazing the stars. Playing with the patterns, Forgetting the pain. Blinking crickets partnering up with stars, Providing a real joy. The feeling of being locked up in a cage, Waiting and waiting just to spread out the wings. Feels like time itself got stuck in some other dimensions, The sounds of superstition seems to create a dilemma in choices. Wind passing through the hairs, Soothing every nerve . Each and every leave is dancing, With the tree swinging by, Making every being on it move with those groovy steps. And also making the body move by plugging in those earphones with some soothing songs  and also muffling out those honks of the street. Waiting for the drizzle, To make that dance a romantic one, And also providing soft touch of happiness ...