Category Archives: Dark

#6 Poetry : By The River Styx…

My silent tears fell on the

Black waters of the river

As I sat beside Styx and wept

And they were lost forever..

The souls drifted on

Their tormented faces never

To see the light of Cheerful

Life and Hope Ever..

Despair..Hatred.. Pity..Horror

Torment..and Eternal sadness..

Loneliness.. Sorrow..Gripped me

And I stared on Helpless..

Am I the legend of distress..

Sitting on a lonesome shore

Waiting for a hopeless hope

When you are there no more..

The memories they fall down

Into the cascading depths of Styx

Turning ashen and colour devoid

Burnt and pale like the Onyx..

Burned like charred embers

The Ripped pieces of my soul

As the lights in them were snuffed out

Never will I be again whole..

Styx seemed so unforgiving..

So full of eternal suffering..

Yet to me Styx felt gentle..

So carefree and welcoming..

I stripped down into nakedness..

Disrobing my guilt and sorrows..

My conscience raw and vulnerable

Into the cold unforgiving watery furrows..

The coldness..touched my spirit

Ah so gentle and soothing..

The fiery touches of black water-flames

Unhappy laments of souls crooning

The lullaby of Death’s Eternal Abyss

Made my soul beautifully sway..

Seemed so heartbreakingly beautiful

Memories of a happy lifetime seemed Faraway..

The waves of Hatred

Thawed the burning

Eased the pains inflicted

Ending all my suffering

The River Styx.. the river of hatred

My mortal wounds it Healed

And rekindled the burning spirit of life

The spirit to be avenged

From the grip of Mortality

The hatred made be fight

The shackles of pain broke

And in my Insight

A beautiful life was saved

From the Clutches of Grief and death

For it was not the time

To breathe my last breath.

 

 

 

-By Soumya Bunk

Mortality is an inevitable constant but that should not be a cause to hate one’s own life or end one’s own beautiful life, we need to be warriors of can fight grief and pain..one’s own conscience is the best weapon to win a battle against one’s own grief and battle of pains and misery.

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#2 Poetry : REVENGE

I walked the edges of Life and Death

With a sense of Loss..

And a taste of Betrayal.

My feet bled blood rose-red..

I felt each thorn as it tore my skin

And broken glass..pierced my heart

I felt the coldness seeping inside

It trickled in me like a frozen fountain

It was you who asked

Will I always love you?

And I Had said let Death even try to take that truth..

I begged sweet Death why

Did He not take me away.. before

I had to taste the sharp fangs of perfidy

All I was rewarded with was.. a deep silence

And the crashing sense of eternal Sorrow..

It was then..

You who came to love me..

When I had given up on myself…

You whispered the words that would soothe me..

And give me a moment’s bliss..

It was you who warmed my heart

With strange hope ..and Happiness I would feel..

You coiled me in your Diabolic Arms..

And I rested my head on your shoulders..

Crying my heart’s silent sorrow..

You looked at me calmly..

And your eyes burned with Evil Fire..

It drew me in .. like a spool of Love…

And I believed in a reason..

A cause that now burned inside me..

Like an ember that was never put out..

It grew inside me ..and you helped it nurture

A  thought so cruel to ..

Bring Happiness for me..

I took the knife out..

Of oh.. so sweet revenge..

And I slit His throat..

In the Darkness of Night..

All was silent..once again..

Your Blood seeped out and drenched me

With a sense of end..

All the thoughts of my Final happiness..

Left me now..

As I stared into your Cold dead eyes..

And I stood drenched in your betrayed blood..

Like beads of Ruby shining in the dark..

Words like betrayal..and revenge..

Now felt hollow like my Soul..

And you bled silently to Death..

I looked for Revenge..

Where are your shoulders now.. I need to feel

Where is your comforting touch..

My heart turned stone cold..

And then I saw Death..

Looking at me with his Handsome face..

I smiled at him..

He gave me a malicious grin..

And turned his back upon me..

I clutched at the hem of his cloak..

And he now returned a smile of Pity..

Why did you betray yourself?

Why did you embrace Revenge?

I release you..

But will you be happy..

But will you find peace..

He looked down and kissed me

With his cold sweet lips….

Death took me…

As I felt the Poison in me

Taking my breath away…

—-by Soumya Bunk

This is a poem on Revenge.. and why Revenge is never the Answer..It revolves around a Person who is betrayed by someone and then he turns to Revenge to seek happiness..