Will O' The Wisp

In the midst of all monotony

In the midst of all gloom and despair

Rises a light

Shining bright

Almost infectious

With an aura so magnetic

That it's hard to repel

It plays a soft hum of a tune

Like the pied piper of Hamelin

Lures us all into a trap;

Then throws us down the drain.

Will o' the Wisp

They call that light

Deceptive and enigmatic

Will o' the wisp 

They call that light

Unearthly and ecstatic.

Note: To everyone who has seen easy outlets during tough situations, taken decisions accordingly and been betrayed.
As Dumbledore said, "We must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy."

~Sukhman K Atwal

Guiding Light

Hold my hand,
And I'll walk you through,
The toughest of times.

Hold my hand,
And I'll be your guiding light.

Feel my words,
And your soul will
Readily accept them.

Recall what I say now,
In times of pain,
And you'll find peace.

For I may not always be there,
Beside you.
But I shall linger,
On and around you,
Like the scent of the rain; the petrichor,
I shall always surround you.

When alone,
Look at your shadow.
A sincere, dutiful wife,
It will never leave your side,
In times of thick and thin.

Doubt the whole world,
But never yourself.
You want someone to trust?
Trust yourself and your shadow.

What I say,
Are mere words,
Lest you give them a meaning.
And for all that I say to you,
I hope you keep in mind,
For I shall always hold your hand.
I'll always be your guiding light.

~ Sukhman K Atwal

March 29, 2015

Dated: March 29,2015.
Time: 10:10 am (Now)

Last night, as I lay tucked in,
In the warmth of my bed;
I observed my baby sister sleep.
Her breathing;
The sign of her life; gave me relief.

Time: 02:50 am (Last Night)
I suddenly felt chills.
I pulled in on my blanket.
And tried to sleep.

Time: 03:10 am
I woke up to the sound of
A prolonged scream in my head.
Not around me. It was in my head. My subconscious mind.
I tried to sleep again.
I thought it was a regular dream.

Time: 03:20 am
I woke up with a jolt.
No pain, no fear, no scream, no tear.
Just a jolt.

Time: 07:20 am.
I lay asleep in my bed.
I heard my mother screaming.
And learnt that
Uncle, you are dead.

~ Sukhman K Atwal

Note: Sometimes, things happen; and you don't know how to understand them out how to describe them. This is the best I could muster.
P.S. My maternal uncle died at approximately 2:30 am that night.

My Light

My shadow is probably one of the ugliest things you'll ever see.
But my real self; it's not that bad.
What really matters is not my darkness, but my light.
So is the case with everyone else.
- Sukhman K Atwal 

Breathing Fire Onto Paper

Deep down within myself

Lies a land crude and hidden

Right underneath my skin

Lies someone akin

Who I never want to meet 

Who I never want to see

She is not the person that I want to be

But yet she is a part of me

No matter how much I try 

To suppress her, to lose her

To calm her down

To turn her into stone

And let her drown

In the sea of fire

That rages on and on

Inside of me.

This wrath takes over me 

From time to time

It is then 

That she lashes out

Right out of my eyes

Never considering a person I know

Never considering a person I care about 

She goes sabotaging

Every relation I'd managed

To nurture and flourish throughout.

And once it is all over

I sit and cry for deeds she has done

That I can't undo

And now I'm here

Breathing Fire onto Paper

In red ink literally..

Blaming a part of my own conscious mind 

As if it's another person

Thinking and acting differently

Not accepting my own true self

How cowardly I am

Sitting here Breathing Fire onto Paper.. 

Calming the demon inside of me who

Rages hell, spits fury; all on the inside

Burns me into ashes; on the very inside

Torments me, gives me anguish

Till I let it all calm down

All on the inside...

And on the outside 

I half lie, half sit on my bed

Breathing Fire onto Paper..
-Sukhman K Atwal 

The Winter Tears

Sometimes the sky wishes to fall apart
Sometimes it doesn't want to stay still anymore
Sometimes it wants others to feel it's burden
And it is then, that it cries in winter..
- Sukhman K Atwal

The Learning

I fall apart
Then join myself
I rise
I fall apart again
I guess that's all what life is about
Picking up little piece of yourselves when you're shattered
Learning a lesson
And further getting ready for another one.
- Sukhman K Atwal