This poem is about how the Self overshadows the Being, as I get entangled in my own patterns. How pain, rage, damaged brain & veins create the image of the haunted phase, while the Being is simply present in its pure essence behind these patterns, created by the Self.
This poem is about how things can trigger my insanity, which results in chasing / snapping on a person til my burning eyes, full of rage “kill” that person
It’s the first time, I’ve used a part of the excerpt of my last poem “Surrender”, as it resonates so much with my present.
It’s like knowing the perfect recipe to heal, but keep struggling to cook it to perfection, is what I truly feel. The pictures on my real & tainted screen, keep changing from shallow to the deep, before everything explodes with just a simple breeze, where I loose my patience & forget how to evenly breathe, it’s just not the same story on auto-repeat. This is what happening in real life to me, this is how I these days actually live.
When I can’t see the true divine, hiding behind the laser lines. I’ve found out that heavy epilepsy medicines can cause mood swings & anger in my mind, the feeling from time to time & it’s multiplying. Just like bleeding wasn’t enough to imply, crazy rhyme, roaring freestyle.
How eyes can show the truth, even though one tries to hide the burning ocean, everything is crystal clear, if you look deeper into them.
Inspired by WildHeart, a fellow blogger, I’m writing a tautogram poem – a different style with meaningful words to me, which I’m expressing differently, that I’m scribbling instantly.
It’s about how mind plays tricks sometimes, but do keep in mind, I’m not attacking any individual. So don’t mind what you read coz this is how I see the things from time to time. Things are exaggerated in my mind.