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Unto dust we shall return

The walls are closing in. It's a strange feeling of comfort. Of security.

It’s when you're huddled in the corner, scraping paint off the walls, the nails bleached in red and afraid of the knob.

When there's nothing left, but to accept your plight. You smile at the darkness filling your soul. With the walls, you no longer fight

Let the doors remain sealed, and the wisp has been squeezed. The wax melting off the walls, sorrow will dance among the halls.

Children run, they don't see the place. It's time to celebrate. Another spirit freed from slavery. Another captive set free.


The free are the ones that are bound, the children will weep a thousand lives and you'll be nowhere to be found.

They'll call and cry and shout your name. But, silence will be their reply. They'll wish for old times to resurrect. But all in vain.

Withering in pain, you watch in vain. They go mute in screams; you walk along the void with the stars extinguished from light.

Watch the sun set on the boulevard. Watch them retreat in their houses.

Smile.

You are going home.

-- Varun & Mitchelle

Author's note:
This is an amalgamation of a random conversation we both had. It's the musings of our hearts. It paints a picture. And each of you will be able to see a different story. Hope you guys like this effort. We'll work on some more. Cheers!
Checkout Varun's other works on http://www.varunsaysstfu.blogspot.com
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Walk until you lose the road



The silence on the streets and the dull thud of your shoe on the gravel is realization, of how detached you are from the world. Walk.

I hear the sound of my every move. I match it to the thumping of my heart. The universe is in place, my soul is at peace. I walk.

But the lash of somber and the wind carry the message, the stench of the asphalt and the soul hinged broken. I walk.

The bloody trail, the warmth on my cheek and the noises in my head sanctimoniously speak. I listen. I witness. I walk.

Everything seeps within; I push harder against the light, searching for a new meaning, something that might be right. I walk.

Closing myself to the scourges, I whisper to the strong woman inside the girl "search within". I tumble, but I walk. I walk.

There’s a force, a drive that explodes in a million pieces. I walk to be free, I walk to be found and I walk to go nowhere.

I walk to go nowhere.


-- Varun & Mitchelle

Author's note:

This is an amalgamation of a random conversation we both had. It's the musings of our hearts. It paints a picture. And each of you will be able to see a different story. Hope you guys like this effort. We'll work on some more. Cheers!
Checkout Varun's other works on http://www.varunsaysstfu.blogspot.com
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Went over to the other side


I had a dream,
It was beautiful.


I was standing atop a cliff,
Stood for hours on end.


The wind in my hair.
The sound of loneliness filling my mind.


It was beautiful.

My eyes were closed.
My palms made into a fist.


A chill ran down my spine.
I was happy & afraid.


It was beautiful.

That fear was addictive.
It wanted to escape.
But I held on it.

And what I feared most was now looking me in the eye.
I had woken up from my dream.
It spoke of my companions.
It spoke of fear.
It spoke of loneliness.
 

 It was beautiful.
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Selfless love's a myth

Every word of selfless love,
Every ache they cause,
I hear, and watch, and laugh and cry.
On the empty midnight street of my mind.


I've had it all,
More than I've asked for,
Much more than I ever wished.



It boils down to nothing.
The story begins with you.
The story begins with a facade.


And when the curtains are torn.
So is the past.
So is your lie.
So is my heart.
So is our tie.


I hear, and watch, and laugh and cry.
As I lie naked on the empty midnight street of my mind.


The empty room with a single light.
The empty box of memories.
The empty words of selfless love.


They stare at my soul.
They find nothing.
 
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