Awake and dying

With every wakeful moment
Rose a dread
So utterly powerful
It stifled
The last remains
Of a faintly-breathing desire
for existence

Ecstasy
Only available as a pill
To hungrily grab
Small doses of
Suspension from
The ache
Persistent, arrogant
Because it could afford to be
After all,
I belonged to it
In its clutches
I lay with
Half-dripping eyes

Awake
Heck! Dying every moment

Destiny

The ashen heart
Torn by the dual desires
Of moving away
Yet staying back
Slowly breathed its last
Away
Far away
In a crowd
Of faces
That were
De-familiarised
In an attempt
To
Gain
Acceptance
By the One
Who calmly
Walked his way
Probably
Death
Was welcome
With its
Eternal embrace
Undemanding
After
The first touch