Thursday, April 2, 2015

The story behind those smoke buds...

A I tried to reach the sky with bear hands, 
the earth below pushed me up 
and the trees either side mocked at me and laughed out loud...

Inside me I took a turn, literally
waking up from underneath the ashes of smoke buds. 
No one knows the uncontrollable tears, shouting quietly, 
screaming, yapping, yelling, the fighting within oneself, 
a story which the tears carried.  
Sleeping on in the morning was tiring, 
because I would be up all night afraid of my own dreams. 
With this state of mind, everything tells you a story.
No one observed me as I emptied the ... never mind. Many of my cousins/family read my blogs.

The monster within cries, how can someone be truly free?
 As I burn down to ashes, I liberate myself and dance my way out with the joy of freedom. 
The wind, it held me high and carried me away. 
With me I held a lot of secrets, a bundle of agony, a huge pain, but no soul could hear me scream.
I was alone with no one to hold my hand. 
The night, the sky, the people, the guilt, the harshness, I was part of all these. 
I screamed, I shouted, but yet nobody was there to listen to me.
I filled up the sky, watched people die, poisoned the soil and pumped toxins into the air.
I became a source to give away my guilt, to get punished, but I ended up being the raven once again. I am destroying myself. 

Clear non-sense!! I don't know what I am writing. Waiting for someone to pick you up from work as you are sick could do this to you. They say you are what you eat, but don't remember eating a huge disappointment. Did I?? Anytime?? naaah!

Bye for now :) Feels like eating ice-cream!