The Soul Sanctuary

Riddle

Nimble hands cannot piece human minds together-

Soft hearts cannot witness this race, naked,
Tedious minds cannot log the twists of such a labyrinth
Too many turns and obstacles – where is it headed?
Each time we believe we have figured ourselves out
Time proves that we’ve understood nothing at all
Nothing but the tiniest fleck of dust in a sheep’s coat
The minutest letter in the pages of the Bible that fall.
We grasp the answer - and it slips away,
Slithering from our hands as if fish afresh,
All doors are locked, the keys are lost -
Our hands are blistered from hammering on this mental mesh.
But peeking, we escape into the rear gardens of this frame,
The human body has many back doors indeed.
Unlocking the first, our sight turns vermillion red-
We have stumbled upon the heart in our time of need.


So fragile, so frail yet its shell is so tough-
Our mind works differently once inside
My efforts have not been wasted; I know your heart
Even if I may not have figured out your mind.

Thoughts Under Rain

Happier are the days that melancholy
Grips your hopeless fears
Though the heart wants to shelter under a brolly
The rain disguises your tears
Your footprints fade away in the rippling puddles
Thunder suffocates your broken sobs
And yet you, tears streaming down your nose,
Find happiness in this despairing, desolate moment
Trudging through the concrete grief-filled rain
Your broken heart caresses the anguish
Tracing its cold lips with its soft fingers
Soon, a whip of love it will brandish.
Sobs are clogged by the lump in your throat
As if your stomach has knotted its way above
Knock kneed, you kneel, clutching at your chest
You shake, but then spreads a warmth you want to call love-
Your tears are drying, you shiver receding,
You subconsciously cringe into a dense human ball in fright;
For this angst and woe is just an umbric shadow
And where this stealthy shadow lies, so does light.
Now laughing, you shake in merciless pleasure
Which will never fade, not today, not tomorrow
With a rush of surprise, your heart will realize
You have just fallen in love with your sorrow.

Parting Humanity
When the world turns its back on you

Refusing to hear your reasons and pleas

Turns a blind eye to your kneeling cadaver

To your bruised neck, your ripped knees

A broken, musty whimper from your lips

Breaks the solid, merciless silence

Grief envelops your corpse like a plague

And you quiver; the shiver numbs your sense

Darkness is like a soft blanket now

So soothing, so safe, so incalculable

Death is only a short way away

The finality of the unknown is so infallible

Won’t the tears convince them at all?

Won’t the harsh, staccato sobs reach their heart?

Isn’t the innocence so nakedly pasted on your face?

Or is human and humane ready to part?

Hey! Just going to say Bonjour and Welcome to my Blog. I find that as my life goes by, I get fed up or overexcited at time. My true art really is in words, because I'm a creative palette. I just love to write.....I'm into the visual arts. So technically, this is a good key into my thoughts, my mood, my mind. Title is a tad dim, but I'm bored at the moment and eager to share my poems with the world.

First, I'd appreciate if you comment. Constructive criticism and even compliments work. I just need a bit of love to know that I'm good, if I am. Thank GOD that there is a vent!

An intorduction to me, first of all: I'm crazy and I love to write. I'm Indian, and at the moment in 10th grade, so really busy. I love to read all sorts of books, all the way from Meg Cabot to Cornelia Funke to Melissa Marr. And yes -- I have read the Twilight, Percy Jackson and Harry Potter series. I'm in love with depression - books on depression (Noughts and Crosses!), song on depression (Evanescence rocks!) and just generally, stories.

I'm on fanfiction too :)
Love,
Ash
xoxo