The dark thoughts
A mind full of thoughts In memories it is lost Stuck in loops of ifs and then Trying to answer the questions Dissolving like a sweet poison A loud and dark suspension The curse of memory Stirs my soul, Digs a hole, To fill the void, That 'I' create Corners me to show, That rest of it is great! Its swirling like us all, Eating from within and deepening the hole. Falling into darkness And calling it a shade Seeking the light While, running from the day's bright. Lacking every ounce of courage to fight, Accepting as it may not or might Would I never break this chain ? Would I ever make my way out of my brain? There must be some stairs With no when's and wheres, Plunging into ground, Far from those sounds. In wake of a cheerful sun, For sake of that last run, live today and tomorrows As they are and as we can. -Kirti Mahajan