Thursday, 7 September 2023

Besieged by the hurricanes of my mind.


Besieged-by-the-hurricanes-of-my-mind 


 I often find myself stuck in an endless cycle of scrolling, 

a habit that seems to have taken over my life. 

It's like solitude is my only solace, 

a place where I can escape the constant noise and meaningless conversations 

that I've grown to detest.


I'm haunted by this idea that I can change the people around me, 

but it's like trying to control a hurricane with my bare hands. 

Every day, I try to reinvent myself, 

but it feels like I'm pushing a boulder uphill, 

never making progress.


I have to admit, I've become a pro at procrastination. I stay up late into the night, defying the very essence of time. 

My mind is a battleground, overrun by irrational thoughts that keep me hostage, never letting me catch a breath.


I'm overwhelmed, consumed by an insatiable hunger that devours everything in its path. 

The world and its people feel fake, like an unbearable masquerade, and I yearn for something real.


The way people act around me is like a chaotic symphony, a dance of ever-changing masks 

that I can't endure any longer. 

Their sudden transformations are like earthquakes, shaking my already fragile world.


Yes, I admit that I know I have my flaws. 

I constantly doubt myself, lost in a sea of confusion. 

I feel like a puzzle with missing pieces, always pondering but never finding peace.


My life feels like an eternal torment, 

a storm of thoughts that never lets up. 

I'm trapped in a never-ending cycle of introspection, unable to break free. 

Honestly, I'm just fed up with this miserable existence.

~Amanat

Ethereal Reverie

                          Ethereal Reverie


Within, words do mingle, praising you, divine,
As I gaze upon you, astonishment does shine.
Ladies, her entrancing eyes in beauty's rhyme,
Her radiance scatters clouds, a sight sublime.

I find myself entranced by her captivating smile,
Delicate butterflies in joyous flutter, for a while.
If the alluring wind should pass, it does beguile,
Her fragrant essence nears, my soul's own isle.

Her cheeks, rosy blooms, her hair a dance so rare,
A fearless rose, thornless, beyond compare.
She's the essence, the light, a fragrance in the air,
Her divine eyes, a beacon, dispelling my despair.

~Amanat

Besieged by the hurricanes of my mind.

Besieged-by-the-hurricanes-of-my-mind    I often find myself stuck in an endless cycle of scrolling,  a habit that seems to have taken over ...