Words

These words are my home. I have tried to find out the purpose behind these infinite galaxies in my heart. I have tried to drown them in whiskey, wash them out with indifference and then I have wandered for days, looking for myself, for these words. For I can exist only when they do. In their absence, I have begged for poetry to happen to me. The inevitable conclusion has been that these words are here to stay and to make them go away will be to ask the earth to kiss the sky. These words tip toe on my flesh like a fresh morning breeze, plant soft kisses like an old lover, whisper secrets in my ears like a long lost friend. I have tried to bury them in packets of smokes and yet when I have woken up, they have been my string of sanity. They've brought comfort to me on days when the coldness of someone's heart put a winter morning to shame. The world can't make sense of my flesh and bones and these words have given me the courage to walk out of places where my company wasn't desired. While the crowd has failed me, these words have clung to my weary bones as I have stared at the constellations of thoughts and reminded me to embrace every emotion. In the happiest of moments and the saddest, these words have filled up the empty spaces in my heart. And while my flesh and bones will turn into ashes, these words won't perish with me. They will inhabit the air and whisper our secrets to every lost star, trying to find their way out of the chaos. (c) Ayushee Ghoshal

Love beckons me home.

Schizophrenia has always intrigued me and left me feeling helpless about the condition of a person who goes through the torment. I have molded  this poetry around Love, Rain and Schizophrenia. I hope you can spare a minute to read the same and find it worth your time. Thanks :) 

“Schizophrenia is when the total personalities of your past lives or the memories of invading Spirits enter your body.” 

― Raymond Holder, The "Antichrist" Training Manual

Frozen droplets on the window pane

The dead tick tock of the mantelpiece clock

The door crinkles; I find a way out of my room

Stare at the solitary hue, the starless sky moans

Someone from the darkness reaches out for me,

The familiar smell of wet earth, the wind hisses

“Emma” he whimpers

The cloud of memories swirl around me

The sight of us, wrapped in linen sheets

Rain lashing against the window pane

Soft whispers.. “I love you Keith..”

That morning, the sky was grey, heartbeats uneven

Car keys clicked, engine kick started

He’ll be back home for dinner, he promised.

Seconds, minutes, hours.

Love never found its way back home.

White shrouds and red goodbyes.

Boots covered with fresh mud, they lowered him

The skies joined in bereavement.

Seven years passed by..

Love finally found his way back home

Disguised in blindness,

So I reach out for his hands today

Love beckons me home

And I, shrouded in memories and love

Follow him

The ground races towards me

Drunken haze

Pitter-patter loudens,

Love beckons me home

Warm liquid guzzles out, washed by rain

I rest my head on the cold pillow

In his loving arms

I find my home again.

This Poetry  is shared with Poetry Jam: Rain 

This Poetry is also shared with Dverse Poets

(c)  Ayushee Ghoshal