The Gleaming Ardours ✔️

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Under the hardest hour of life,
I pondered over my past days,
Right from the age that I could,
Till the present days of the time.

At times, I smiled for being very silly,
At times, I felt shy to even revisit some,
At times, I clenched my jaws and teeth,
At the flaws that were mere blames.

I don't know when I started counting,
But I did and faults zoomed in number,
Unboxing me from my present sense,
Tensing me to be shattered so wild.

Some rough events chose to crack me,
Voids deepening to choke throughout,
I felt my wrists were tightly clenched,
Fitting to it the pressure grew heavy.

I knew not what's the reason,
Nor did I have any people around.
Haunting flicks let my heart race,
Ordering the run to escape for life.

Yet I tried to gather myself,
But fate had other plans I hope,
I decided to shed off my loneliness,
Even that seemed to be the hardest tool.

Something was taking a form,
But my eyes failed to perceive,
I gained strength to look keen,
Still standing on my shaking feet.

A pernicious laughter cuffed my ears,
I shouted, 'Who are you ?' in frown.

The shapeless form turned to look,
And yelled, 'I'm you. Spare some stare.'

I widened my lids to seek some,
I couldn't believe on what stood front,
The full body with fragile fervour,
And skin cut enough to bleed all blood.

With some scars deep, some shallow,
The rest vanished but marks remained,
Those eyes that had died many deaths,
Those limbs poked sharp many times.

The curved trunk once feasted by hoes,
Broken bones stuck by screws and nuts,
Peeping through the fleshy mask to show they exist,
Whisking the soul and pushing it to live till the last.

The air breathed out that was so thick,
Letting out struggle that were crippling,
And those lacrimals fuming in tears,
Those deserted lips with many claims.

The image pushed out some dubiety,
Pulling my conscience into a battle,
The much needed interrogation ever,
To feed me for the starved salvation.

'Why did you hurt and plain yourself,
When you had abilities to get rescued?
Why did you distanced me from you,
Letting etsy things bother the wisdom?'

I had no words in my defense now,
Indeed, I chose to listen, than to speak.
Understanding my actual perceptions,
At least now to make the deal a little fair.

I'm this demon living in my graveyard,
Knowing that fears turned to empathy,
I ran near but still distance persisted,
That broke me to pieces engulfed by air.

My real drops of salt kissed my cheeks,
Then I felt a warm embrace around,
I tugged me to the reflective being,
So life got all the answers in demand.

Once again I got this precious chance,
I promised myself that I won't pretend,
Then the lights gleamed out to engage,
To the routines with nothing changed.

I know this will be the end event,
I know I will start flattening,
I know I'm the one who picked this,
I know it will prick once again.

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Hello folks!
Its again a free verse. In this the person starts thinking about the past experiences in the dark and as it always occurs mistakes clench him tighter than the good ones.

So the demon inside him comes out and asks him to look at what he has done to him. He also questions him for all this pain and at last the person promises that he will never repeat it. As soon as light comes back he again starts living as his usual self letting all the promises get broken once again. He knows well that this will prick him but still he picks it!

An inspiration from the quote "be yourself for yourself."

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Yaris🔆