29/01/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal

It was a feeling of doom;
Of utmost helplessness
And guilt.

My desire to triumph mountains,
To dive in the deep sea,
To walk the woods
Were losing it’s sheen.

My love for poetry,
Of songs and
Epics was getting
Hard to see.

While I cursed my fate
And floundered in my loss,
I missed the bird’s songs,
The rush of the foamy waterfalls
And the swish of the
Mountain wind.

While I cried over my
Life spent in despair;
Over the ruthless law of
I forgot to hear out the
Beauty of my voice,
The rhythm in my
Songs and the music in
My poems.

I missed the magic
Of my pen,
The vengeance in my
The brilliance of my

While I sobbed along the
Deathly cliffhanger

I missed the charisma
Of the looming thought.

While I busied myself in
Hurling abuse to man,
I missed out the potential
Of my mighty plans.

Siddiqui F.

Note: Another one that office boredom helped shape…

8 thoughts on “Claustrophobia

  1. amarllyis says:

    “While I busied myself in
    Hurling abuse to man,
    I missed out the potential
    Of my mighty plans.”

    Makes sense innit?

  2. cherylmoore says:

    You are very talented because your words are human and relatable, whilst retaining a beat which drives the reader onto the next line, like they’re dancing. You make writing poetry seem effortless, which takes a lot of skill. Great work.

    • 😀

      Thank you for the encouragement!

      I have always found it harder to maintain a rhythm in rhymes. It was the reason why I shifted to blank verses. I thought it would be easier.

      I realised blank verses are more difficult to write.

      I’m glad you liked it.

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