Evening to-day

Something I want to write here

In this peaceful miniature world

Something's hidden that shows itself

In utter chaos but here, alone.

I just want to know what I want to know

There is silence louder than everything 

From sets to subsets, I've been moving,

With this wear and tear

With this stretched out skin

On the path of shrinking. 

Great visions and eyes I've seen

As I stand on the tomb of the past

I relive the deaths of unseen

I fear in dark, I fear everything

It's all too big and I'm too small.

I've delayed and declined,

But it follows me here, loneliness.

I can't run anymore

I shouldn't, perhaps.

-knightesS

 

Clouds

Personal manifestation of my thoughts

Is that lost feeling of feeling the loss

I am thinking of losing it all

And grasp nothing more.

Dark clouds of selfish rain

No more metaphors, nothing abstract

What came along, went away

And I felt nothing.

I am craving. I am leaving. 

Bewildered by the words, I watch

This page of yellow tint

What comes out is a mere hint 

I am looking, then staring,

Numb.

Pages filled on their own,

Who am I? Have I lost my name?

But what is there in the name,

I am, still. Nothing. 

-knightesS

QUIET!

Sitting, by the river and throwing pebbles
blowing bubbles
and bursting, right next to all that.

I just want to hold the bubbles
but they vanish, just like that,
pass like they never were,
and never will be.
I hope and lie with my eyes,
my reflection isn't true,
its motioning with water,
can't hold that too.
And reflection washes away
in front of me
with water, with bubbles and false images,
how attractive this is,
unbelievable some times.

In bubbles and reflections,
I leave a part of me,
counting to millions and more,
I am dying, but just sitting.

-knightesS

Making peaces with pieces

Hi, I am making peaces with the pieces
that have agonized all over the time
not alarmed, so dejected.
These were happy but forgotten,
here I take them one by one.

I am making peace with this piece
that has least malfunction
perfectly fine, i'd say
but on the inside..
I won't just look,
its angry for being so ignored
because it doesn't work in the day.

This piece here, of rotten luck
was just mesmerizing me too much
I was indeed wooed at first
then woken up to a dream
and all was brought back to rough.

Numbness then played its part
and crawled me to the hill
..I was not ready up till!
I guessed that's how it played with me,
crawling and leaving, again..
Chaos and me, now just remain.

-knightesS
(dont steal it, because I can be a little very obsessive and heartless)

reflections

playing with reflections today
playing like I did
this sound keeps humming in my head
someone calls out my name in the dark
and I have to follow
I follow with all the heart,
light heart and heavy footsteps
beat in rhythm I had ever known
I shiver with cold
I hear all I could
but there is this breathing
and I feel it so near, not within
grim I grew as I concentrate,
farther than now, it all seems
dont try to catch it, they say
its a folly, a mirage
myself doesn't listen
search has no end, I have wondered always
playing with reflections today
playing like I did
yet playing like a kid..