Fairy Tales And Horror Stories - Poem by Sanjiv Khati
When time halts at a deserted station,
Every face seems strange.
The heart denies the mind,
Emotions rattle up and wait in vain.
Nothing I do seem right,
Everything I think seems wrong.
So I refrain myself and my emotions
And wait for the train to take me away.
At times I ask, why me, lord?
And then I realize, every story has a horror to tell.
Today or tomorrow, I'd say nevermore,
Would I like to be in this abyss again.
In this conflict between my world and reality,
I surrender to myself.
My conscience tells me to stop,
And I lose my battle everyday.
My friends tell me not to worry,
But my tender heart locks the word they say.
Pretension walks beside me,
And my shadow forsakes the light of day.
I ask to myself, “Is everything going to be alright? ”
“Is everything going to be the same? ”
No! I think not!
This bitter truth is here to stay.
Help me! , somebody, please help me.
Take me out of this grave,
Tell me, this is a nightmare
And soon, it will go away.
I am drowning in this quicksand,
“Can somebody take me out of here? ”
I struggle to get out, but I sink deeper and deeper,
And soon I'll no longer be there.
My tears have dried and I can no longer cry.
The turbulence in my heart, tortures me to death.
I am a sinner, my lord! I have denied the light,
And I want to come back to your arms again.
My pain will heal and my sorrows will subside
And I have “Hope” to guide me towards the heaven's gate.
Now I believe more than ever,
Every horror story is a part of a fairy tale.
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