I'm Still Breathing

Sometimes I want to ditch life
And cross oblivion
See what afterlife feels like
See what it's like
To die a coward's death
To commit suicide

But then I'm a coward already
And I seek an easy death

Life is not easy, they say
Well death isn't either
Which is why
Till date
I'm still breathing

The Jewelry Casket

Glistening, gleaming, high profile gems
That adorn Her Highness' charm
Enjoy the bubble-like life of glamour
While outside the jewelry casket.

In light, they sparkle
And glitter with delight
But once the party is over
To the dark depths of the casket, they are exiled.

Like these very gems
Are you and I, my friend
Like these very gems
Are all of us.

Taking pleasure in short-lived things
Then returning to the abyss of life.

The darkness, we ourselves have caused
The web of despair, we ourselves have woven
All of this
Is exactly what we ourselves have chosen.

Thought, expression, freedom; Encaged.
Like little canaries.
Enslaved, bonded and shackled
To a life of insanity.
~Sukhman K Atwal

Gaia (Mother Earth)

She dances in the light of the Sun
Throughout the year

Her pale blue eyes, brown at the bottom
Hold no fear

Her sand blond hair
Decorated with pearls of green

Her tiara, so full of white
Endlessly gleams

Her beauty sparkles
Amidst all the dark

She is the sign and sight of Life;
She is the only spark.

~ Sukhman K Atwal

Note: The description above refers to mother Earth. Gaia, is basically, the spirit of our planet as per mythology. 

Blessed Are Those..

Blessed are those who don't get affected by the pain of others
Blessed are those who cannot feel the anguish reflected in someone's eyes
Blessed are those who fail to understand the emotions of others
Blessed are those who take no fear in walking all over someone's heart
Blessed are those who have been Cursed with inhumanity
Blessed are those who call my words an insanity
I am happy
For Not Being Blessed.

~Sukhman K Atwal

A Writer Will Understand

For days and days
I feel
That I cannot write any more.
My words don't convey a meaning
That frustrates me even more.

On and on
It goes
Till this tide sweeps all over my face
Making it hard to breathe
Only then does my mind
Decide to release it all.

Back and forth
The tip of my pen
Oozes red; filling paper;
With the blood out of my veins.
And then I am at peace
After letting it all get drained.

To write, is a gift;
They say
But I would like to convey
Tis more or less a curse
To live like this.

To choke on your words
Before you can finally cough them out
To know more
Than you need to know
To look around and absorb all emotions
As if they were your own
Feel strangled with their presence
Lest you find the perfect words to release
All that you feel.

What I say,
You cannot understand
Lest you feel; and write.

What I say,
You will not understand
Lest you feel; and write.
-Sukhman K Atwal