I wrote this long ago. I wrote this when I even questioned my mere existence. Do I even matter? I still am not sure. But I am sure of this: I will make myself matter. So, the title. Lullaby because these things helped me sleep like lullabies help a child sleep but its poisoned i.e. infected as it's not feel-good one. Sorry for that.
Poisoned Lullaby
By: Akhilesh Agarwal
Hold my hand, lead me down the stairs
Out of my dreams and into the world
It has been days, I long ago died
It has been quite a time since I breathed my last
I was always slow and world ever too fast
Would you lie on my sorrows and pump my heart
And glue my shattered pieces after I am apart?
I am as close to Hell as close I am to Heaven
Golden stairs made of steel, here I am
Would you give me a reason to live another night?
To think of sin, am I not right?
Well, who is to decide when He isn't even there?
Well, why to be if it will all eventually end?
Poisoned Lullaby
By: Akhilesh Agarwal
Hold my hand, lead me down the stairs
Out of my dreams and into the world
It has been days, I long ago died
It has been quite a time since I breathed my last
I was always slow and world ever too fast
Would you lie on my sorrows and pump my heart
And glue my shattered pieces after I am apart?
I am as close to Hell as close I am to Heaven
Golden stairs made of steel, here I am
Would you give me a reason to live another night?
To think of sin, am I not right?
Well, who is to decide when He isn't even there?
Well, why to be if it will all eventually end?
Beautiful thoughts Akku really!! Questioning something that's so hard to find, almost impossible! But we all have to live with it! And btw I somehow believe your poem gave me a moment of peace.
ReplyDeleteWhat more could I ask for? :') Though I do hope that you find a life full of peace and not just a moment of peace.
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