Poems written by ameya

Five

Five short poem

As the darkness descends, We find, Ourselves failing. Reminiscence Always reminds Of days , Long gone, Of cataclysms, Barely survived. This tale of Our doom Swears, We never relinquished, Yet this conte Foretells the promises, Of woes Yet unseen. These

One

One short poem

This servitude eternal, Bound by duty and faith, I find hope fading, Devoured by these, Ordeals. These trials, Harbingers of all That is ordained, Also conduct terrible fate. Dread comes, For this bounding main Of darkness, Lies absolute. Imploring for

Two

Two short poem

Mid this commemoration, Of annihilation Of inclinations And pursuits, My soul revels In these fervent goodbyes. The stiff and the spiritless, Scream my name. They exult and glorify This celebration. Agony, Candid in it’s certainty, Leaves always, To re appear

Three

Three short poem

As the becoming abhorrence, Becomes, My shattered self emerges Antipathetic,so Averse and gripe. I find the resentment, Take control. My cosmos engulfed, By tides of detestation. My love, my life, I see turning to hate. Objections and repulsions, Are all

Four

Four short poem

Seeking you, We endure, These daily trials, Brutal and unforgiving. We pursue you, In our thoughts, In our prayers, We ask for you. As these ordeals, Better us, We descend, Coveting you. There was never Any hope Nor salvation. There

Six

Six short poem

Darkness abound, Chaos blatant, So rejoices death. Dying angels, Smarting spirits, In this cacophony Of silent extirpation, My demons seek strife, Perveyors of demises, Deathly devils, Are fulfilled. In this annihilation Of aspirations, Revels my soul, Finding bliss, In this

Seven

Seven short poem

an ever lasting night, darkness etched everywhere. screams emanating, throughout the land. pain calls forth, sheer agony cleansing and purging, reaching beyond skies threatening souls, in this fear borne, in this night, silent suffering, silent contemplation, of the storms, following

Eight

Eight short poem

Amongst these thriving shadows, Those shades cimmerian, My aspirations turn to ashes. Multitudes of darkness, Ascend. My hope dying in it’s wake, This darkness assumes itself. In this perpetual mourning, This anguish, This butcher of souls, Slays. Unassailable ordeals, Absolve.

Nine

Nine short poem

Remembrance, Always reminds, Of days Lived barely. As I drown In memories That don’t exist, My very core Wishes for Them. I live, With these Dreams, I live for them, With them. As the shadows, Come closer, Amid the darkness,