Concordia Discors (Discordant Harmony)

My eyes are left deserted when confronted with pain,

All I can do is write my tears.

Makes me scared to see my life in vain,

All I can do is write my fears.

Wish to create an uproar against this injustice,

All I can do is write my silence.

Rioter in me wants to break free of my cowardice,

All I can do is write my violence.

Deep down laughing at my life’s irony,

All I can do is write my despair.

Ensconced in this discordant harmony,

All I can do is write this wishful prayer.

© Honey Digra

"De Profundis"

Each and every time thou will make me fall,

Each and every time, I will stand.

Enough relying on you…

Enough pinning faith on what’s engraved on my hand.

Faced all your wrath and tantrums,

Thought one day, you will show me ‘The light’.

But the endless spells, you had cast…

I should have known, I am alone in my fight.

Thy cruelty is far beyond,

No matter how evil am I!

You led me on the road to perdition,

And you mocked at my each cry.

Oh dear!... listen to me now.

Thy never ending anathema has come to a halt.

No more damned am I!

And thy name shall never be called.

© Honey Digra

"Born to fight"

Those eyes! Once looked up at me for hope, for the fruition of their dreams… And now, same old eyes… but helpless eyes! Staring at me (sympathetically)… watching the hollowness of my soul…

Those eyes! Sullen eyes!

Watching “the soul with the suit of hauteur”

Returned from the abattoir of dignity…

The one who is his own saboteur.

Me still brooding over my gone moments… still holding on the clutches of affliction! Gradually touching down the depths of darkness… fear started creeping up. Was I dying? Yes, I was… and all I could see, the blackness around me.

Fretting over the dead past…

Lost in the serifs of its love dossier.

Slipping into an abysmal chasm,

Screaming for help, but no one to hear.

Couldn’t even behold the trace of my conscience. Lost my true inner self… but I wanted to break free (wishful thinking). On the contrary! I was giving up… cessioning to the obscurity.

Striving for his individuality,

Annoyed with the flair of confutation.

Wanted to breach the strings of melancholy…

Wanted to leave the times behind, sated with humiliation.

And there comes ‘The Courage’ (my savior)… came closer… held my hand… to leave me for never!

There comes ‘The Bravura’

To hold him on the pathways of life.

Going to fight for his survival till the end,

Being his strength, in the spells of strife.

[If not for thyself… think of all the people who love you… let them show thee how beautiful this life is… so that one fine day, you’d be there to enlighten others who have surrendered to this darkness… Fight for those helpless souls… and make them realize how beautiful this life is!!...]

© Honey Digra

Arrière-pensée

Long lost… in the welkin of my reveries. A succinct tryst was there to happen. Once and for all… there was an end to my incessant quest.

And my ecstasy knew no confines. Impure was I!... yet felt so pure.

Never felt so content, as it was now… in this eternal ‘now’ under the caress of my divinity.

Still, fazed I was! But my eyes could see beyond this mirage.

For how was I to behold this ‘now’ forever?

For sure, acquainted I was!

Desires leadth to apprehensions, apprehensions leadth to perdition,

giveth rise to nothing but affliction…

Still, my heart abides by no rules.

Ravished was my heart, again and again. Scathed am I! but true it is, I need thee. I need thee in my realm and I descried, our souls were dwelling unto incessance.

Still, fazed I was! But my eyes could see beyond this mirage.

For how was I to transcend this harmony forever?

For sure, acquainted I was!

Desires leadth to apprehensions, apprehensions leadth to perdition,

giveth rise to nothing but affliction…

As everything will pass…

As a reverie they befall, bequeath nothing but bad dreams.

(sigh)… Still my heart abides by no rules.

© Honey Digra

"Frangar non flectar"

So what if I am hunted by loneliness,

and melancholy is my ‘mere’ acquaintance.

I know, frazzled I am…

abandoned of all my persistence.

So what if I am…

mulcted of hearing ‘Honey, you can do it’.

Bereft of success,

and my way, only failures drift.

So what if these once danced eyes,

are deserted by its danseurs and this heart is congealed.

True, a shattered soul,

whose wounds shall never be healed.

So what!

For I know… I will stem the torrent,

of these serrated drops.

And you… be all ears to me.

Know one thing for sure,

I am broken, I am not deflected!

© Honey Digra

"How far??..."

Run away, Honey!

For they are coming…

To immure you with the manacles of emotions.

Those shambles are not far yet,

Where thy soul will be tormented apart…

And step by step,

You will be reduced into thing,

But dust in their lives.

Don’t dare look back into those eyes…

For there lays a snare,

For you to be raveled in there…

Till you are done with your last breath.

Just run… for there is no place to lurk in.

So, run away! As far as you can…

(sigh)… but how far?

© Honey Digra

"Shalom Aleichem"

There they go!...

Final exodus was there… of my unseen confrères. Thought these parched eyes will look on me in mercy, but no!... my fidus achates’ were nowhere to be seen. But how could I let them go? Wasn’t I supposed to stop them?

Still no word was spoken!

For I know… senile are these words.

Cloyed with infirmities…

And gradually, this unheard silence of mine,

Became nothing,

But a grave of my emotions!

Albeit, I was surviving... (wasn’t I?)

But that mysterious gravity of anonymity was alluring me, far from life where laughter was a sin, and crying was a misdemenour. But why? Why was I confined? Wasn’t I supposed to rebel against them?

Still no word was spoken!

For I know… senile are these words.

Cloyed with infirmities…

And gradually, this unheard silence of mine,

Became nothing,

But a grave of my emotions!

To every whit, I was broken,

But this invincible silence overwhelms me into nothing but a frigid soul.

And look at me… Here I am! Beyond all the sufferance and the mirth…

May my emotions resideth in peace… beneath the veil of my silence!

Amen!...

© Honey Digra