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Liberated

I stand on the edge of the unknown
it’s winter you can tell by the mist
forgone the prosperity and sunshine
deep into my roots,ย  are puddles
of saddened crumbled hope
there’s a melancholic glow on my face
it yearns for warmth, eternal sunshine, spring
up there are gloomy grey skies
naked and fatigued crows are hovering
to seek shelter and heal their wounds
I’ve sinned but there’s no blood on my hands, they’re clean
the wind is blowing with its brutal gusts

a few moments later the
unknown edge is no longer unknown
But now it’s like I’m standing in the middle of a deserted moor
it’s winter you can tell by the mist
the heart is craving for insanity but mind
is composed and completely poised
the wind is loosely sweeping dust
whirling salt mingling thyme
crows have turned to seagulls
they are screeching, crying, soaring
a storm is brewing nearby

cliff’s edge is near I can feel the abyss
the mistral winds have spoken
their verses are dark and cold, but propitious
what did they speak of?
they urge, they whisper, some kind of invitation
“jump off the cliff, be free, liberate!”
will I jump or I’m too coward for that jump?
black clouds have become dense
there’s a sense of forbidding, the lines are thin

the mist has cleared up now as I can see the sea
but the sea is in turmoil no boat in the sight
Am I ready to face the storm?
will jumping off the cliff calm the storm I fear, the one inside my tattered soul,
the sea of torment the melancholic sea which wants to bleed out when I rip my heart open? who knows? but as they say
there are no solutions to the inner storm,
except to dive and join the sirens,
in the perilous sea below, the real one
So I jump. I jump to liberate myself, I jump to endure the pain, I jump to break the chains!

PS: There are days when nothing is wrong, but something doesn’t seem right either. It’s a weird phase. The days are same as every other day, but they don’t feel that way. It’s like there is some emptiness sitting comfortably within you and you’re unsure of its presence. It’s a kind of phase where you just want to keep the conversation between you and yourself, and keep the world away, from you, and your thoughts. Nothing is obviously wrong, nothing has really changed, you are where you were and things are as they were. In those days, it’s okay to keep yourself to you, no need to explain to others what you are unable to comprehend yourself. It’s okay if sometimes you feel but do not understand. It makes you nothing less than human to waver through odd phases in life. Eventually it too shall pass!

Author:

This blog is managed by Abhishek Pathania -A computer science student, who writes short poems on genres ranging from horror, mystery, drama, romance, satire, and fiction. Occasionally you'll find motivational quotes and hand-curated articles on a variety of topics, all capable of shaping conscious awareness.

33 thoughts on “Liberated

  1. Woahhh! Every word of this poem reminds me of Percy Jackson. ๐Ÿ’™ And if you know the rule, you’re always safe in the sea, Percy. Don’t think twice, just take the leap! ๐Ÿฅณ Love this dark, melancholic poem. You’ve expressed the uncertainty and confusion so perfectly. The ending was the best, huh. The fear of the unknown keeps us from living a wholesome life. I’m glad you jumped. ๐Ÿ˜

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  2. Sometimes it’s okay to feel how you feel. The vacuity inside. As if there is something missing. Well it’s just a phase all of us confront.

    But you know what’s best is that you can give words to this vacuity inside and frame it out in such a manner.
    It was a wonderful attempt Abhishek ๐Ÿ‘

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    1. All solid comment here, Rashmi. Thank you; one thing Iโ€™d like to add is on days youโ€™re feeling particularly shitty or empty, it helps to have something you can constantly use to take your mind elsewhere (kind of the opposite what I talked in the poem). For instance, I love TV series and especially the music in it, so when I donโ€™t want to be alone in my mind for too long, Iโ€™ll fire up YouTube on my phone and listen to playlists of my favourite TV series. It’s lame, but somehow helps me figure out shit sometimes. An audiobook would probably work wonders in the same way.

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    1. Thank you ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ In the grand scheme of the universe, we’re absolutely nothing. We just got the opportunity to exist, and to have a body and mind that can experience pleasures, pain, love, sadness, and many other things.ย Every feeling is wonderful!

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