Chaotic Scripters

I know you are in pain, I know it's hurting. It will, because your wounds are too fresh. Every time a wound heals , there's another one waiting to be etched on you? Yes, I know you are tired of it. You are tired. Your heart is tired of holding itself together. For once, you wish life to be on the good side. All this pain, anger, tears, and endless misery is drowning you in. Hold on, maybe it'll not be alright soon. Allah is there. Hold on to his faith. He has promised to erase your sins for every bit pain you feel. Your level imaan will rise. Allah gives biggest of the battles to his most beloved slaves. Why always me? Why always you? You are tired of fighting. You think Allah doesn't know that? You think he isn't aware about your misery? He knows, he knows everything you aren't even saying to yourself. He knows what pool of pain you are in. He knows what you were going to face even before you faced it. He knows your past, your present, your future,your

Sometimes you feel the pain that consumes you. You stand on the edge of sanity, seconds away from diving into the unconsciousness. You begin to doubt your existence. Your life seems to make no sense. The chaos is drowning you, leaving you breathless, without giving you an option. You wish to have a button that could switch off your unbearable emotions. Even the non-living stuff around you seems to make you feel worthless. The room you locked yourself in is empty, yet you find demons you can’t escape. Your hearts breaks into a millions bits, your eyes feel tired of shedding the pain. You become incapable of standing on your feet. Peace that could at least be fantasized, is fading away from your memory too? You let agony ruin you because you had no choice. The hurricane couldn’t have been stopped, destruction couldn’t have been prevented. You search for a way to escape. You rush in the opposite way of the winds, and the winds will be harsher on you. Yes, you have no choice. You

//Life Near the End It's a lonesome lane Too quiet. Too comfortable to escape. I rest my back, against the wall of thorns. Thorns, whose roses never bloomed. Fragrances that never filled the air. With a loving gesture and a stoned heart, I caress the vine, as though it would blossom till eternity just by a touch. A chill sent a shiver down my spine, as a suppressed shriek echoed through the silence. My eyes darted, in search of a soul  in the lifeless lane, but in vain. Plodding down the lane,  a hundred years passed in merely a couple of seconds, flabbergasted, I turned around; Tears, endlessly running down my cheeks. The risen sun, smiles my way, letting the roses blossom, far away. Shining brighter than I had ever witnessed till date. As I rush to embrace the warmth, a gentle grip clasps my hand. Freezing my time, gently pulling me out. As I stand beside my body, drowning in regret. If only I had embraced the goodness before it was too late...

FAITH On a mission, audacious and wild Brutally bruised, yet the spirit's alive Amidst the valleys, wrecked some lay Clueless traveler, starts off for a crusade Sack of regrets, weigh a ton Pebble strewed path, now blurred Dropping pieces of the gloomy heart The darkening sky, casts its shadow Footsteps decelerate, the winds freeze The igniting spark, losing heat Night falls, and solitude steps in With the falling stars, drown wishes A silent prayer, hummed by hopes Heard by the Greatest of Kings The dawn breaks, untying the ropes The traveler's dying mission, only faith had it recouped.   _Guzi

VENOM Venom in the hearts, poured into the delicate lavish glass. Bitter like the intoxicating drink, Filled upto the brim, for all of those who wished to be torn apart. Pay no penny, for it is a mutual quest. Search for venom in the glass you served, for it might have a larger quantity that has been served to you.