Thoughts to Words

Empty pages inhabited the shabby bed. Meandering ideas wandered in his head, Thoughts of rejection- Captured them with dread. As the writer always desired for the best. Surrounded by emotions and mountains, His wall had an old painting of a fountain. The fragrance of orchids filled the room, While he took the last sip of his wine. The clock's ticking was unstoppable, Suddenly he heard a sound, It was perhaps of a gunshot. That night he wrote an ode, It was to pay respect to someone's soul. ©songbriti

The ceiling fan mocked the wind outside, A radio constantly played loud. He grew restlessly fanatic, As she provoked him with all her might. He rushed to strangle her, Blood poured down rapidly. The knife had backstabbed him, It carved a deep wound in his hand. "You bloody creature!", he yelled. The wind turned into a thunderstorm, Breaking his window panes. The music kept playing, While she suddenly faded away. The vicious circle clenched his mind, She'd never go away from his sight. He gulped down a pill in no time, Battling schizophrenia again that night. ©songbriti

My mind is flooded with thoughts of existentialism. The thoughts struck my mind when I came across these two words which were printed on my friend's t-shirt- Choose Life. Our birth is never our choice. The two words which had grabbed my attention had innumerable interpretations. We are born into a society where even the nomads have their own set of norms! Existentialism claims how the "true essence" of human beings is what holds utmost importance and not the "arbitrary essence" which the society attributes to them. I wonder if "true essence" is a myth or merely two words combined together to evoke an illusion of mystic self-transcendence. Perhaps, some parts of the puzzle were destroyed ever since life took birth. A million facets expand from one story.  No wonder we have created the concept of "Benefit of Doubt”. I envision a phase when a catastrophe in the realm of our intellects will deconstruct everything. If only humanity then cast...

My mind is screaming your name, I feel so deranged. I wish you were a nightmare, Then, I'd get over you the next day. "Wait, stay with me.", I want to say. But, I swallow my words again. Your sixth sense feels my desire right away. My hands tremble, As your touch puts me under a spell. Consciousness knocks my senses. I refuse to let your touch intoxicate my soul, It's taken me years to master self-restraint. You were my nightmare. For this is a new day. ©songbriti

Your outright confession. My silent nature. Opposites seduced each other, And now, a catastrophe is born! ©songbriti