Clamour in the periphery
Peace an intangible story
Success springs from damage
Joy is brought by a carnage
All worldly emotions are apparitions
A true catastrophe is in fruition
Altruism is vain, viciousness shines
Pious water polluted, throne went to wine
You are an outsider even on the inside
Waiting for your internal pain to subside
Truth pierces you, that nobody gives a damn
You bleed your eyes out upon the disclosure of the scam
The devil knocks your door at night
Says,
You are no son of god
You're feigning
So,
You're worse than the lot
Become an ally
Else
Soon you too shall be down the alley
You rally enough dare and yell all you say are lies
You ask him to leave with no time to waste
I can't, in his ghastly voice he replies
That's when you realise
Your home, heart and halls is where the devil has its nest.
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Vent To My Heart
PoetryI started writing to vent out my deep emotions. For me a poem is something that can never be subjective, it's always up for interpretations. When you get overwhelmed or happy or sad or anxious you can always opt for writing poems like I did and do...
