Burning Out

So much has happened since the fall

Losing on, I might have dropped the ball

The past keeps lingering on my mind

Gotta hold on to something, anything worthwhile I could find

Realize this every day and every night

No strong will to fight

Guess I am just burning out

Time and again losing this bout

Guess I am just burning out

Tear drops in silence no one can hear me shout

I have some memories but I want them to faint.

Just vanish away, and leave no taint

Because all this was not planned for me

But screw the plans it was destined to be

I may be caught in a blank stare

As the head keeps boiling in its own flare

Guess I am just burning out

Time and again losing this bout

Guess I am just burning out

Tear drops in silence no one can hear me shout

When I started off I gave away my all

But was later instructed to start small

Broke what I thought was my Porcelain doll

It's a choice I made after all

Made this error and lost my prime

Now have to make up for the lost time

Guess I am just burning out

Time and again losing this bout

Guess I am just burning out

Tear drops in silence no one can hear me shout

How do I figure my tunnel which ends in light?

How do I get through this freakish dark night?

Should I just sit and sulk in my sorrow?

Or should I just wait until dawns in MY tomorrow?

Have I become Ophelia in my life's play?

Wasn't I the one who had dragons to slay?

Guess I am just burning out

Time and again losing this bout

Guess I am just burning out

Tear drops in silence no one can hear me shout

There have been moments I have been smitten

By frost of regrets I have been bitten

Maybe there's still time to hope

I may find some way just to cope

Till then, the darkness is mine for a rebound

Circles of hell light bright in the background

Guess I am just burning out

Time and again losing this bout

Guess I am just burning out

Tear drops in silence no one can hear me shout

Inspired from and Collaborated with the works of this insanely talented friend.

Cruising Alone

In the midnight near the Tree.

In this midnight hour of panic,

Near a nostalgic site volcanic,

I stand next to this leafless tree,

Which has been running long on an autumn spree,

This tree whose seed I sowed in zeal,

A choice I was too eager to reveal,

Everything was good, but then this sudden upheaval,

The future had with it Reality to unveil

But what is future? Isn't it just a reflection?

Correct or Incorrect? Isn't it the matter of selection?

Because no one ever called upon themselves the storms,

But still they were chased in all different forms,

So this sapling which was young, got to know early what struggle is,

And it knew how to hold its ground and still stood strong in the debris

Damages are relative, and that's the tautology of life.

However long you run, still you have to face the strife.

Most of these storms are connected deeply.

The hill from here goes up very steeply.

If one slow's down, they may topple and fall,

If they go fast, they'll surely ruin it all.

While climbing up this hill, the sapling grew strong

Fighting the erosion of time, it defeated all the wrong.

Survival is something that's not invoked, it  kicks in.

If you fall down you, stand back up with an urge from within.

The way the soul works is pretty simple.

The mind just makes a move to create a ripple.

A wave it creates which provokes you to fight.

A wave that calms you down at the same time to hold on tight

In this delicate overlap of these impulses,

You'd find the rhythm of your pulses.

Its not the always the sounds, but the silence that matters.

Because a dream acts really quiet when it shatters.

To pick up the pieces and glue them together

Seems to be the only way that will make it all better.

It has worked in the past once, maybe it will work this time too.

And once again, you'll have to be quick in what you do.

Because this time again the tide wont wait for you, you know

But you will be well aware of the constraints in which you'll have to show.

For the spring is soon to come, and the leaves will be all green.

It'll surely be refreshing to see the rejuvenating scene.

Midnight Rant: Dealing with a Spinning head.

The conscience is blank. As blank as it could be.

Cant remember the last time something was "how it should be".

Expectations were never a forte ever.

But the changes did have their own fervor.

Its important to move on from what "could've been",

And look forward into the reality that shall now be seen.

But its an infinite loop of images flashing fast.

Some images known and others just feelings that as an image, cant be cast.

An image full of vibrant colors,

but having cracks because of all the tremors.

The head starts spinning from right when it all went south,

to when you wanted to say a lot but just couldn't open your mouth,

To every inch of unresolved doubt,

Closure isn't probably all this is about.

Its more about the imagery that remains uncertain.

The prize that was behind the other curtain.

Then there is a realization amidst the alleged pain,

It was your choice to choose the curtain with a stain.

Although some images can never be retained,

Just because at the right time, they never pertained.

Some loss in transition is indispensable.

Some transitions can be tough but never abominable.

the mind accomplishes some limits where comprehension fails.

Its a spinning head, it can't walk straight on rails.

It has to go in circles round the streets where it shouldn't have been.

Across all the images that need to be forgotten and rendered unseen.

Through all the instances you would prefer to call as destiny.

But this open trespassing is the brain's usual mutiny.

The wound seems internal, something that you could fake.

But pretensions of not having it at all are easier for everyone to take.

It sounds so bad, is it really this tragic?

Is it time to give up and believe in some magic?

Magic is not a myth, it does happen several times.

Not every magic can convert your cents to dimes.

But is it too early to believe that its all over?

Or too late to understand that it cannot go any lower?

Time too is money, but it is rather just a reference.

Something that can patch everything or create all the difference.

Its said for consolation though,to "give it some time".

Some consolations are sufficient indeed. just like this rhyme.

Its a new day every time you wake.

You have everything in the world to take.

It might be hard and it could be unbearable.

It may also sometimes be simply "un-shareable".

It sounds like some excruciating pain.

But its your head! So your own responsibility to contain.

Just ask it simply to take a break for the day.

And give it some rest for the next if you may!.

And after the rest you need not tell anyone you haven't slept.

Just laugh it off saying you overslept.

Because its not just the head that is spinning, its your thoughts too.

A blur that is there which you just can't shoo.

But right after the reboot on waking up you realize, 

it was just a bad dream not at all a big surprise.

Its better to deal with all the baggage before it will clutter.

Not all the bad dreams will last forever.

Rather than pondering upon the mess that you've made,

You need to find a way out because its a maze that you've made.

Howsoever the painting be, you made it so hang it on the wall.

Its just a matter of perspective. Just have a Look! Its not that bad after all.

-Aishwariy