Inspired Creations

Its a clear night sky but it has no stars gone are those days when they use to shine, they twinkle no more, its a time to be in the light of truth, not in the mist of any star, they fall like angels in the devils snare, but their divinity isn't rare, and still subconsciously i stare, hoping to catch a glimpse, of the days that hav past, of the times that had been, or so it seemed, i luk up, i luk back, all is dark, all is black, the moon is enveloped in the black gown, and its time the star falls down.

Rain drizzles down &covres the dusty roads, clouds have gone now, the sky is alone now, every bit of companion he had has now evaporated, exhausted themselves with time, but the sky remains, alone, everything looks up to it, it looks up to see nothing, there aint even darkness above him........

The sun shines behind the white wisps its autumn the leaves fall birds fly out nature prepares us for the silence that lies ahead. The time has come for separation, and it all happens behind the veil of preparation. Is the struggle necessary, the silence wont be temporary, winter will come and pass, as it comes each year, how can this year be different, will things not remain the same after the dark days pass, will the situation be any different, even if it will be different, how can that be relevant. To prepare for the pain the cold do we go through the most painful and the coldest if preparations could always be sufficient then there would be no such thing as unexpected. So why autumn why do the birds fly out why do the leaves fall why does everything have to go through a transition? Why do we always have to face conditions why cant the snow cum at once and cover up everything in a white darkness? The snow will melt 1 day we live with that hope autumn provides us that hope at least o

Once again i pick up my pen hoping to potray in words, the thoughts that suffocate my mind but somehow,somewhere, those thoughts jumble up my insane mind. I seek for sanity in the emptyness........ I have lost the memories that were my treasure my only possesions robbed in lieu of fake expectations. Expectations which have thrown me to the ground which have taken away everything i ever lived for. I am stuck in between the end which was precious and the beginning which inspite of its temptations has left me with a state of insanity "A State of Disturbance"