Down and down in the deep dark void,
down and down we go
Helpless puppets on unseen strings,
dancing to and fro
Down and down in the deep dark void,
where all is dark and low
Rivers of sorrow and the vales of loss,
all misery and woe
Continue reading
SCREAM!!!!!
You just want to scream at something – really anything at all;
you just want to scream at someone – really anyone at all
You want to shout to make God pay heed and listen;
you want to shout till your voice echoes in His great hall
But in the end, you just scream at yourself;
banging your own head against the silent wall
CRUSH!!!!!
You just want to crush something – really anything at all;
you just want to crush someone – really anyone at all
You want to rub every face raw into the grounded glass;
they may beg mercy or on their stomach they may crawl
But in the end, you just crush your own spirit;
breathing your last, and unable to pay the toll
DESTROY!!!!!
You just want to destroy something – really anything at all;
you just want to destroy someone – really anyone at all
You want to scorch every living cell into grey sodden ash;
they all well deserve their punishment after all
But in the end, you just destroy yourself;
shattering into oblivion, and feeling so small
HATE!!!!!
You just want to hate something – really anything at all;
you just want to hate someone – really anyone at all
You want to hate till your hate fills all the voids;
they are all to be detested, you want to hate them all
But in the end, you just hate your own self;
your ego breaking into pieces, your pride suffers a fall
KILL!!!!!
You just want to kill something – really anything at all;
you just want to kill someone – really anyone at all
You want to kill till there is nothing more to kill;
the victims may beg or they may pathetically bawl
But in the end, you just kill your own self;
the blood flowing black, amidst the regret that you haul
#English #poetry #poem #anger #screaming #frustration #desperation #murder #destruction #hatred #life #kill #feelings #emotions
It is your time, my friend – your darkest hour;
seemingly the end, joys and sorrows at par
All seems lost; and all seems dour;
all appears grey; and smiles are all sour
You sitting by that grave; yes you – the old hag,
appearing to be brave, holding onto your old bag
Why do you sob and why do you weep?
Was it your son, whom you loved so deep?
Please, do not cry; wipe off all these tears;
he is not gone; pray hush all your fears
Look into your heart; you will find him there;
he is but a memory; with a face so fair
It is your time, my friend – your darkest hour;
seemingly the end, joys and sorrows at par
All seems lost; and all seems dour;
all appears grey; and smiles are all sour
You holding a broken toy; yes you – the poor boy,
crying your heart out, you have lost all joy
Why do you sob and why do you weep?
Was it a treasure, you intended to keep?
Please, do not cry; do not be cross;
it is but the first step on the stairway to loss
More toys will come, each precious and dear;
happiness and wonder, each new year
It is your time, my friend – your darkest hour;
seemingly the end, joys and sorrows at par
All seems lost; and all seems dour;
all appears grey; and smiles are all sour
You, lost in your reverie; yes you – the old man;
all sick and tired, separated from your clan
Why are you sad and why are you so glum?
Do you feel bad on what you have become?
Please, do not be sad; do not detest yourself;
it is but the destiny, life always solves itself
Your life was but a chapter, in the grand book of life;
your soul was but a traveler, playing the merry fife
It is your time, my friend – your darkest hour;
seemingly the end, joys and sorrows at par
All seems lost; and all seems dour;
all appears grey; and smiles are all sour
#English #poetry #poem #time #life #dark #desperation #sadness #hope #light #darkness #death
Down and down
in the deep dark void,
down and down we go
Helpless puppets
on unseen strings,
dancing to and fro
Down and down
in the deep dark void,
where all is dark and low
Rivers of sorrow
and the vales of loss,
all misery and woe
Down and down
in the deep dark void,
where all is grey and foe
Soils are rotten
and all decays,
whatever do you sow
Down and down
in the deep dark void,
where all is cold and snow
The chill of loss
and the sins you pursued,
regret is what you owe
Down and down
in the deep dark void,
the face you never show
Mirrored are the walls
the ugly truth,
a loathsome tableau
Down and down
in the deep dark void,
hides the lethal blow
The wind so strong
the hope so gone,
the anchor you must throw
Down and down
in the deep dark void,
croaks the black crow
The end is nigh,
judgment at hand,
but death will come so slow
#english #poem #end #darkness #hope #desperation #helplessness #regret
Before its stones collapse into darkness, the old lighthouse imagines a final blaze of glory that never comes.
__________________________________________
The eagle soared high above the purple sea,
dark wings embracing the darkness of the night
A lonely lighthouse stood its vigil, tall and free,
alone on the shore, a noble and honorable knight
__________________________________________
Diving down and below, the eagle peered closely,
and his mighty heart was filled with a heavy sorrow
The lighthouse was crumbling down and in ruins, mostly,
it may have had a wonderful past, but no tomorrow
__________________________________________
The lonely lighthouse was very old, now just a token,
its tall structure, draped and cloaked in grey shadows
The glass lantern was long shattered and broken,
who broke it, and why and when? Who really knows?
__________________________________________
The sea was cruel and was full of wind and storms,
terribly angry and high waves venting frustration
Breaking apart furiously in white foam of many forms,
the foundation badly shaking, but still holding station
__________________________________________
The storms wrecked ships and boats, big and small,
hundreds of souls lost, and at sea, they all perished
The lighthouse stood on the shore and watched them all,
the loss was dire; there was nothing to be cherished
__________________________________________
It served no noble purpose or aim, no, not anymore,
a lighthouse devoid of any beacon or shining light
Being old and crumbly did not make him any sore,
having no light was its biggest tragedy and plight
__________________________________________
He just stood alone and prayed to God Almighty,
he prayed for nothing else but one single last chance
A last chance to fulfill his only purpose and legacy;
a dying shaman pleading and begging for a last dance
__________________________________________
Maybe God listened to him as He is kind and benevolent,
plucking a burning star from the heavens, He tossed it down
Hitting the tower, it exploded in embers, an event so malevolent,
but it lit the beacon, making the lighthouse wear a gold crown
__________________________________________
‘Ah! I have fulfilled my legacy, and now I can die satisfied’,
the lighthouse loudly yelled its last-ever cry of sheer joy
Very briefly, it was alight, at least it seemed as if it tried,
but to the wandering and lost ships, it sure cried ‘ahoy!’
__________________________________________
The eagle soared high above the dark, inky depth,
watching the shooting star and the high-burning fire
Sadly watching the lighthouse crumbling, it’s sad death,
he prayed for its noble soul over the burning pyre
__________________________________________
But, no desires were fulfilled that fateful, dark night,
God was busy elsewhere; there was no grand scheme
It was peaceful, no shooting stars, no fire, and no light
Alas! the lighthouse was only dreaming its last dream
Shehryar khawar 