Death- a pensive wheel, narrowly overtakes our paths.
Deep dwelling aches of sanity tiptoes with a heavy heart...
Life a blessing, may seem too hard, to keep walking on at times.
Bells of wisdom guide you away, you're saved by the temple rhymes.
On the brink of psychosis, the figure in the dark holds your hand, and guides you again;
The smile is heartwarming, it beckons you to stay, try forget the overflow of pain.
Undid crimes weigh you down, mark your soul with undeserving guilt;
You often feel like disintegrating- into something as fine as silt.
But familiar faces scream at you soundlessly,
You know you can't go,
In absence it won't be the same,
Love holds you close.
Hence purpose still remains, responsibilities grab onto your shoulder.
Maybe it's time to try out in a different way, than let this chance smoulder.
~Broken-hearted Beggar
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A LONESOME PATH
PoetryA compilation of emotive and thought-provoking poems, that pull away the veils and facades of what humans put on in front of the world, and pokes and prods at philosophical and societal concepts, mostly ending on a motivating or thoughtful note.
