Whispers in the Dark

 As days unwind, I sink deeper still,

Loneliness a shroud, a relentless chill.

Faces surround, yet none truly see,

Lost in their masks, a charade for me.

I search for light, a flicker of hope,

But shadows lengthen, where dreams elope.

Blindly I follow, a puppet on strings,

Their voices echo, their judgment stings.

"This is the path," they all declare,

Their voices like echoes, filling the air.

They paint me as flawed, my flaws magnified,

Blind to the love that I try to hide.

I know these words, a trap I can't outrun,

Each question asked, a battle half-won.

A desperate plea, a restart in vain,

Aching to break free, to shatter the chain.

They teach me to hurt, to suffer and ache,

Slowly I surrender, my spirit they take.

The weight of the world, crushing despair,

No solace, no comfort, no one to care.

My mind is a storm, thoughts raging wild,

Alone in the darkness, like a lost child.

"Don't leave me," I plead, to a heart that won't hear,

Knowing defeat is drawing near.

I retrace my steps, each one a mistake,

Back to the void, where hope cannot awake.

But even in the darkness, a glimmer remains,

a whisper of strength thta refuses to wane.

The strength within, the endurance untold,

The power to rise from the ashes, to break free from the scene,

So let the tears fall, and wash away my pain,

For even in the darkness, a new dawn can prevail.

-Deepika

Shadows Of Past

 Bathed in golden light, a world complete,

A whispered promise, bittersweet, a moment fragile, impossibly sweet.

But bitter past, a spectral tide,

Washes over, whispers to hide,

Denying all this joy inside.

This past, a haunting, relentless song,

Mocking the present, where I don't belong.

My heart screams for freedom's flight,

Yet clutches memories, holding tight.

This moment, a melody impossibly bright,

But fear whispers, "Don't take flight."

The last love's echo, a tear-stained night,

Haunts my dreams and dims the golden light.

Should I raise my guard, a shield of steel,

Or let down the walls, emotions to feel?

Will joy blossom, or will sorrow steal?

This heart, so scared, refuses to heal.

But what if this time, the promise holds true?

What if love's embrace carries me through?

Deserve I do, a love warm and new,

To break free from the past, bathed in morning dew.

-Deepika