When I walk down the lane, I often sense the pain, That I tried a lot to save, But all in vain.
When I walk down the lane, A thought hits my brain, Those bats of twenty-two yards, Are no more in the game.
When I walk down the lane, I see the lake, its the same Where the painting made of dove, Turned into the feeling of love.
When I walk down the lane, I feel the emotions turning plain, When the tears roll when I cry, She fondles my face with love, And waits for the tears to dry.
When I walk down the lane, I see the memories drain, With the time sadly passing by, I just wait for the lady to call, We are ready to fly.
I won’t walk down this time, Because it’s time for me to fly high, Bidding my gracious childhood, A final goodbye!
Aryaman Kumar is an occasional writer, based near Pune (Maharashtra). He is inspired by strong opinions, beliefs and real life experiences. Human emotions find a significant foothold in his work. He hopes to be a medical professional in the future and raise awareness about medical illnesses.
When Breath Becomes Air
By Aryaman Kumar
I was walking in darkness. I didn’t dare think about it, because then I would drown. And if I started to drown, I know I wouldn’t be able to save myself.
Breathe. Was all I could do. I was a ghost with a beating heart.
All around me, was the abyss of nothing. Yet, in the nothingness, there was everything. Every sort of pain.
The inescapable frozen claws of fear gripped me constantly, and I felt the cold, cruel, yet peaceful wave of emptiness flow over me.
Breathe.
I don’t know why. I don’t know why I kept walking aimlessly.
All I knew was Breathe.
Why was I even breathing? I collapsed, a single tear falling off my face and onto the destitute ground. Until I saw the light.
Breathe.
The light was warm, and it chased away the demons that lurked in the shadows.It dried my tears, and sewed the pieces of my heart together. Thanks to the light, I finally had a reason to
Breathe. ~
{ Title inspired by non-fiction autobiographical book written by Paul Kalanithi. }
AfterMath.
By Aryaman Kumar
Tears roll down my eyes, As I sit under starry skies. The stars shine, in the deep black sky I sit and stare, travelling anywhere My mind’s a mess, for its under distress Those memories hurt, as the mind crumbles. All this serves to make me humble.
As I recollect my faults. From those deep, deep vaults I miss you still, my heart isn’t still. It breaks and tears, along my stay I do still cry though I’ve lost my way. I do miss you still, and I’ve done this before. I’ll break myself as ever more.
Thunder strikes The skies break The rains begin, with a brake Even nature stares. Ever all human and we make mistakes, Only to lament after we’ve lost our stake.
The heart is beaten black and blue The mind has vanished askew The soul is lonely, pale and stale. For it’s shut its doors on life and ale
I’ve grown to try and escape But alas I can’t let go of my mistakes Seeking redemption on every door Will you but not answer my call ? The promises made , will be kept Tis for that , I have wept.
Feelings of disappointment pain and betrayal Words said with out scale, Meaningless as they are. They still strike without care. And I look beyond the valley And fade away.
" Young Writers' Collective" 