My mind fills up
like a balloon
Just a pin drop away
to burst
The rebellion doesn’t bloom
when the ruckus is
confined inside
Wilting away like
roses for the dead
The silence of a graveyard
is the acceptance of death
It’s the will to not live
when the stars get upset
Where do you find
peace from mind
when anger consumes you
when rage is normalised
when truth just becomes
a statement with no lies
A violet violence in our eyes
and forgetfulness of calm
Guilt full of greed to
not feel this way
when the world around me
dies a metaphorical death
Extinction of the species
Resistance of nature
Rebellion of the unorganised
Statements from the powerful
only signify wilted roses
laid on tombstones
in the graveyard of the powerless
who always remain barely alive
screaming for their life
waiting for the rose’s demise
😍😍
🖤🖤 thanks Simran
So, so beautiful! Such vivid imagery and lovely metaphors🌸
And the second stanza completely stole my heart❤ Wow!
That’s flattering! Thank you Ishita 🙂
My pleasure💐🌸
WOW!!!! This is absolutely amazing… truly. Blows my mind to read it just now… I love it. Thanks for sharing it. And thanks so much for your super kind support. ❤️🌹
Glad you loved it 🙂 thank you Lia! And of course you are a great writer. We should always support good writers 🖤
😍🥰 Thank you so much Rahul for these super kind words! 🙏🙏🌻
That is a really good bit of poetry, where I especially recognise the words: Rebellion of the unorganised. For to organise is something the less peaceful wish to gather their power over others.
Thanks! Yeah they sure do, which can dilute the cause of the rebellion sometimes.
This is so gorgeously created – loved it
Thank you Shantanu 🖤
My absolute pleasure
Wow! I love this so much! I cannot even describe how deeply this speaks to me and on so many levels! 👏👏👏
Thank you 🙂 Means a lot! Come back for more
I certainly will! 🙂
Whoaaa, I completely connect with it. Loved the line ‘ Where do you find peace from mind when anger consumes you when rage is normalised when truth just becomes a statement with no lies’ … Been loving all of your poems.
Ahh that was written on the spur of the moment. Sometimes the writing just comes to you if you wait for it.
Thank you!!