A Portal to Misery

By V.Bhuvana Prabha

I open my eyes to a realm untold,

Where dreams are spun from silver and gold.

A garden blooms in hues unknown,

Petals whisper secrets in a language grown.

Suddenly, the heavens begin to cry,

Not with tears, but with a crimson sigh.

A crystal rain falls, soft yet red,

Each drop a message, a whisper of dread.

I run through fields, once lush and green,

Now stained with shadows, no light between.

The soil beneath my feet is cold and thick,

A battlefield where time moves quick.

The flames rise, as dragons in the sky,

Their breath is heat, a spark, a lie.

I fall to my knees in the ember’s kiss,

A prisoner caught in a fiery abyss.

Veins like serpents crawl through the earth,

Twisting with hunger, claiming their birth.

I am bound by chains spun from night,

The moon’s pale gaze my only light.

The stars above, like ancient eyes,

Gleam with knowledge, with hollowed sighs.

Their light, both cruel and wise,

Marks my struggle beneath their lies.

My voice is silenced by a storm unseen,

My body still, like a forgotten dream.

The sky flickers—its pulse, my heart,

I’m torn between the worlds, torn apart.

Am I dead or is this a maze of sleep,

Where shadows dance and the angels weep?

What if my joy was but a fleeting glow,

A portal to a world I’d never know?

In this realm where nothing is as it seems,

I hear only the echoes of forgotten dreams.

The laughter of the stars, the cry of the trees,

Whispers of misery in the winds' pleas.

By V.Bhuvana Prabha