Aditya Pathak 'particle'


Voice Of Thrashed Soul - Poem by Aditya Pathak 'particle'

Bruises on my body
Scars on my wrists,
Yelling surrounds my head
Nothing better will come of this.

Razors for the beatings
Blood to ease the pain inside
Depression comes out to say
“Your soul shall die”

Do I listen?
No way.

I’ll go in deeper
I’ll find my way
And even if I die,
I’ll die to say
“I was a mess
That you would never understand.”

So as I carve this pain away
If I bleed to my death
One thing is for sure
It’s that I’m at ease now…..
And not suffering from the world.

So as I write my story on my body
Be prepared for the worst
Because this thing that I have
Is more than a curse...


Comments about Voice Of Thrashed Soul by Aditya Pathak 'particle'

  • (5/16/2010 12:43:00 AM)


    good...
    the agony comes forward strongly in the verse...
    however can't make out why the 'ever smiling, ever cheerful' ADITYA PATHAK writes this...
    i thought it was my monopoly....
    thanks for removing misconceptions though..
    would be glad if you condescend to give my latest compositions a read up as well....and post your comments...
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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