Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Heart

You feel your heart pound persistently against your chest
It t feels as though it is aching to be set free
From the cage you call you chest.
The blood it pumps feels hot inside your veins.
it ruthlessly forces its way through your reluctant constricted vessels.
you can feel the resistance from way inside of you.
Your palms leak of f some sweat
Your armpits too.
You lift your heavy arms to reach your torso for a feel of the pace your heart sets.
Thump.
            Thump
Thump.
It seems to be slowing down with every additional beat.
You feel light headed now.
Your try and focus your gaze through the screen of tears formed in your eyes.
It gets harder and harder
The strain intensifies
You can barely see now.
You feel yourself loosing all control of your body
Your mind can no longer direct.
As your head touches the ground
You realize it’s all over.


Looking for inspiration

I've been struggling to write for a while now. I feel as though I have no story to tell but that isn't true. I have so many unspoken words resting within me that cannot be expressed vocally. I just don't know how to let all these thoughts out in a way that is coherent and comprehensive. May be I'm trying too hard. I ought to just let my fingers meet the keys of my computer with ease as my mind  feeds instructions of the letters to press. 

All I seek right now is to be it happy, sad, angry or even anxious. I'm not wishing for a calamity or hoping for a disaster but looking for an event. An event of harmless chaos or intense pleasure; an event of boiling anger or blissful peace. Is it wrong for me to search for inspiration in this way?

I'm looking for inspiration. 
Just looking for inspiration.