Seerat's poems

Distances were never meant to be far The love was never meant be scarred Why did the sanity intervene the madness Was it I who gave up or did you get scared.

What I see I don't feel What I feel doesn't heal Do you not  look at me? I don't pretend to conceal You show me the horizon, the sky It makes wonder is reality a lie Or a truth that slips inch by inch Am I defying ,denying or just dying? You and I , how do you define us Why is your stance so obvious Tell me now or never let me know And also why is my part oblivious ?   Are we supposed to be together?, if we are Then,  Someday,take me to the river  For I might swim, Or I might sin So I won't feel or I might find the healer.

Lost in the chaos Only to discover the locks clicking  And ,Hearing the clocks ticking After the days, when the night falls, and  flickering light stops the calls, Another way to the CHAOS rises, Where the darkness seeps in  And the murk oozes out from within And in the midest of chaos One finds what is found is LOSS

When did it start ,when did it end A perfect world with a dreamy blend A place that combinedly felt warm and solus  It was ok, for no one didn't have to pretend I would feel the silence because of all the noises One would have to listen to hear the voices And I would come in and stand still in the chaos then I would find myself at the Centre of four poises 2 shrilled voiced girls, one short one tall 2 strangely looking familiar boys as I recall May be  2 of them were twins or siblings I don't remember that or there faces at all. I never asked for or maybe slipped their names we would stick together without any claims then one day, there were new noises all the voices reaching for their aims  When did it start ,when did it end A perfect world with a dreamy blend A place that combinedly felt warm and solus  It was ok, for nobody knew to pretend                                     ...

A hundred disguises and a thousand lies Make me a monster A monster, I am afraid of A monster, that I feed off The burried cries and the broken ties Make me a master, A master who makes it rain out of the blue  A master who fails to tell and to listen to you The endless defies for the evercoming deflies Make me a marked one Marked with a curse, that worsens the chaos Marked with unseen scars, that carry the loss The hushed sighs and the deviceing eyes Make me a magician  A magician who knows to turn a scream into a laugh A magician who tricks everyone without a staff The unanswered 'whys' and the unexpected 'byes' Make me a man A man who was born and brought up to die A man who will die while making naughts aurify

Every day is a question or nought No wins with the calmness of choas No loses with the calamity uncought Head or tales! Was it just a toss Or not?

It seeps in,  Giving rise to a rotten hue; It absorbs the colors green ,yellow and blue; Leaving behind  the splashes of red in black; and a culmination  that feels unreal but is true.

I battled the world To find myself, a savior I fought myself To find in this world, a survivor I took no stand  To savvy the obvious I turned to dust in the path to understand the oblivious