Some scribbles are really short, barely a para, sometimes its just a line. However long they may be, they truly effuse from the bottom of my heart. Here's another of my scribbled emotions, the first of my Pensive Memoirs:

Even at the doorsteps of death,

I shall wait for you with abated breaths.

Hoping against hope that you would cometh,

Bidding me thy farewell of not love but hate instead.

I wanna be high...

Semester-end examinations are going on, so you can probably guess what I must be going through. Literally no preparations, and facing multiple backs. Hah, yet I defy all, everything and everyone to scribble this.

Wings of emotions soar me to new heights,

Across the abyss, up the mountains to new delights,

But in the enigma of delight lies pain that makes me sigh,

Oh, I want to be away from the pain,

I really want to be high.

On the brink of disaster I stand now,

But to avert it  don't know how,

Addicted to lonliness I see no scope,

Despite being an optimist,

I just have no hope.

I know I am alive, but yet I am not,

Embellished to the hilt, nothing I have got,

Resigned to my fate, I reslish in the fact,

That even at my end,

My sanctity will be intact.

P.S:- Special Thanks to AD, you inspired me to scribble this with your previous writeup on the writeup cafe.

My way..

I had written this one a long time ago. I had been feeling low and lost. So I had thought of some self motivation, this scribble had come up then. Today too am feeling the same way, and was going through my scribbles for some hope, something to get me along and thus...

Black thunder & roaring waves,

Screamin' silence, listen to them say,

My dark heart cries in estatic neighs,

Brutal torture I'll avert come what may.

Atrocious cries against life,

In all the pain, all that strife,

Cutting myself with a blunt knife.

I keep tryin' to move on,

Redempting myself ever since I was born

Penances in line, like sheafs of corn.

Hoping to find peace some day,

If not I'll just create my own way,

Keeping melancholy and agony at bay,

Because that's my life and I'll have it my way.

My Freedom

I shan't give any background for this one. A lot has been going on these days, and it was with a heavy heart that I picked up my pen to scribble this...

Straining to break free,

Waiting for oppertunity,

Spinning till am dizzy,

Trying hard to finally be,

Me.

Lost in the darkness,

Burdened down with stress,

No efforts make my pain less,

Melancholy covers with finnesse,

Me.

Everything perfect I try to do,

What goes wrong, I have no clue,

Do my actions I now rue,

Sadists enjoy this disastrous view,

Me.

Absolute freedom I now need,

Have to remove this parasitic weed,

Am I paying for some evil deed,

Only Death seem's the reprieve, Hell shall be able to free,

Me.