I wrote this poem getting bored!!
This is my story
A silent life..
Silence it asks me
Why are you suffering this strife?
The tale of my life is a song
Through the verses of loneliness
Every wound of mine opens along
And whispers to me of this mess!
Yes, this is my story –
Of a sign not understood
Of a pain that flows.
And it whispers to me of vice, not of holy!
Helpless, I strive to reach the destination
Spending everyday in the shadow of death.
Sorrow and pain taunt me everyday at rest
Alone, every night I lull me to imagination!
Noone, no one is either close or far
My only friend is the rhythm that my heart plays at par.
Yes, Life is one that’s lived every letter
To which dreams are the vowels sewn together!
I have none near to me in the darkness of night
And, I feel, in the play of light
Lies the secret, to live life.
A wilderness of dreams is this life
Filled with prickly thorns is this life
Amongst these pricking thorns of my memory
And amongst these falling walls
Yawn! I am bored people!! Really really bored!!