Made an attempt to write a poem after ages…
Ripping it apart, Pumping venom into the heart
Feeding it darkness, inside a caged breath
Holding on to the wound, suffering in pain
If I release my hand, it will bleed to death.
Repeated strikes brought the wall down
The last fight’s over; battlefield’s no more
Corpses are left unidentified on the ground
Let the Scorching heat burn them into ashes and free their soul.
Sometimes a spike rises and dies, in the uniformity of lifeless beats
A low scream of a voice echoes and fades away deep within
Emptiness tries to trace the path that ignited the spark
Is this the remaining of past or a cry for a new beginning?