patent thunder
My bones are tired, — the body broke,
But I kept dragging it up that hill through smoke.
Kasauli nights knew my silent cries,
Stars above heard my thousand goodbyes.
No calls came, no one asked why I stayed,
Just me and the cold — while my soul decayed.
I smile like Ali, but I’m bruised like Mike,
Every hit I take rewrites the mic.
This pain, this rage, this infinite night,
I hold it close, it fuels my fight.
“God, play defense” — I mutter and plead,
But He just watches while my demons feed.
I saw death’s face, and we had a talk,
It said, “You’re tired, but still you walk.”
I told it, “One day, take me whole,
But not before I reach my goal.”
How safe can I play when life’s so brief?
My ending won't be soft — it'll scream with grief.
Lighting my pen like a spliff I don’t smoke,
Bleeding my verses in every stroke.
No fake friends left — they came, then vanished,
Like seasons they shifted, then I was banished.
I don't want love that folds or bends,
Keep your lies, I buried your trends.
I loved her the way I wish I was loved,
Beyond conditions, through shadows shoved.
She said she loved the rain, yet used umbrellas,
She ran from sun, from winds, from fellas.
So tell me now, how can I believe,
When “I love you” sounds like “I’ll leave”?
I don't fear pain — I know it too well,
I’ve walked through every level of hell.
Once I dreamt I died, on the earth I laid,
And I felt peace, but dreams still stayed.
I woke up weeping, breathless and worn,
Another piece of me was gone, yet reborn.
My voice is hoarse from songs unsung,
From pain endured when I was young.
I gave my all, I paid the cost,
My smile's gone — forever lost.
I don't have time for “someday” or “then,”
Progress is bleeding from an unhealed pen.
worldly fog
somber oracle