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