Aura of poetry

 Moon shows up at dawn in the town, Shadows dance here in the colorful gown. The magical mirror uprights the inverted perception, Mazes summon the power of conception. Moon, shadow, mirrors and maze, Sadness, anger, fear with rage forms the ingredients of different recipes, and helps to cook one's own melodies. Wings of wisdom and distortion in lies, a melancholy heart and the spirit which flies. One who devours and another is the savior, all we study as the science of  'Human Behavior'. Gravebox:)

The leaves shed from the trees with the single blow of the wind. Is it pathetic to feel this way for them? For caring too much about what they are thinking, for showing all the kindness that I never owned and for riding the boat that's already sinking. I think I've never known about the depression 'cause what I've dealt with is just Life's false impression. What is the purpose ? This has been a real pain when I've counted all my days going in vain. But what if there's a hope? What if there's a darker dark to engulf my darkness? What if there's brighter light to fade me away? What if there's someone stronger who has the valor to stay? What if I can take  over this head on fight? And win all these fierce battles of inside. May be there's a key to  free my imprisoned self, may be there's a  wizard to undone this demonic spell. I crave for the lifeless autumn night rather than the spring's joy and sun's light. Gravebox:-)

Tired of your twisted ways; tired of my selfish needs. Too afraid to set you free, as I know you'll never return like the rest. Just stay here for a while, let me rebuild the habit of walking alone. Soon, I'll mask every fear  and let you fly away. Shortly memories of me will fade out; nothing will be missed by you. If our souls strike someday; I won't be able to let you go, so make sure to stay away. I don't hate you but  hate this idea of spoiling your life with my tired brain. Tired  of saying sorry again; this time I'll just say, "Good Bye". Gravebox:-)

Disturb me while overthinking, hold me to surface while sinking. Never stops me when I cry, but give a shoulder to rely. Not something essential to exist, not something in a usual wishlist, not as important as dioxygen, not make me feel warmer than sun. But still the warmth of their existence, makes me feel the life's essence. It was never a constant good phase with my friends, but their friendship's reminiscence has my death as it's grenz. @Gravebox:-) This is for Bhavs ❤

Rearranging the thoughts, developing the perception, Flowing with the flow of emotions. Sometimes it hurts,  sometimes it's a pain, to speak with the intent of being a sane. Different motives of voice we here, varying pitch and feeling's layer. Have 26 alphabets to depict my mind's state, life's ease and power of the fate. I love them and I hate them, turning to ashes or a gem. All we express by the words we have, rarely  mature and usually  naive. I hurt people and comfort them too, With my vocab words dumb and true. Always been in my mind laying on bed, using those words messing with my head. Everyday I sing the melody of life's song,  But I haven't listened the lyrics for a long. So I'm searching for old words with flawy eloquence, to write the imminent story of my own existence. @Gravebox:-) suggestions are welcome here in the comment box:)

I can listen heart's pumping sound, through it today I've found. Found the demon of darkness, wearing a long, scary black dress. Eyes red and a thirsty throat, my fear was his antidote. He took control over me and threw me to an endless sea. To get his sight I focussed on my heart, surprisingly it beats like a heart. Some thing took control again, pushed me to shore in heavy rain. Soul got wet  and dry thoughts ran away, I realised myself old and grey. Spent my whole life searching the symphony, it took me so long to look in mirror and say I am me. @Gravebox:-)