I'm slowly crumbling inside
the walls of confines
Come and hear the truth
about those 'Okays' and 'I'm Fines'

I'm soaked and drenched
with waters that only eyes and quench
My tears stained my shirt, alright
How long until I've got to fight?

I'm tired of being the one who cares...
when no one gives a **** about my fears
Tired of being the monster, the demon
which one doesn't even need to summon.

I'm tired of this labyrinthine maze
of the curves and bends, I have to face
So let me end it all here
and this time, I'm sincere

There's a simmering rage
down the depths
of the tattered page
hiding something scary
Emotions, dreams.....
and thoughts, weary
Talking in vain
of that unseen
How do I say? - "Pain"
Throttling the breath
out of life
choking you till death

Today, I'm bidding goodbye
not just to others...
but to ME as well
Because, "I need to leave"
is something I tell
And it's hard
Harder than what I anticipated
because of this shell that I've created
around me to hide
because I find it hard to confide.
I'm bubbling....
not with energy, but with doubts
About me, about you
and about the world too
What goes around comes back too,
to stand in your view
to obstruct the little glimmer
of hope that seems to shimmer
from cracked windowpanes
that glance into dingy lanes
So, I stand on the edge
of the cliff that I've created
And I'm jumping off....
For this day, long I've waited

Does everyone have questions?
Starting and ending nowhere
like erupting out of a fable
but to answer them, no one can dare

Does everyone feel like ending?
the eternal suffering that hides
a few pleasures offered by life
and makes us sigh

Does everyone feel dead?
like deep inside their graves
and remember the lies they've said
because attention isn't what they craved

Does everyone try to live?
to see through another day...
Because even a little love can give
"HOPE" in a different way.

My words stop short
as I begin to speak
about years of emotions
that I had to keep

So, I don't say
that I am sad
I won't say
that my days have been bad

I will not tell
the truth, if that's fine
My tears do swell
but who cares, after all they're mine

Whose fault is it?
Never mind, I blame me
I am that jigsaw
that can never fit.

At times, I write poetry
not for the sake of writing
but to feel free

To let out repressed emotions,
that stare at me blankly
that ask me questions....
to which, I don't know the answers

And when I do... I hide it
I hide it in a medley of words
Because, answers are scary
scarier than the questions themselves

So, at times, I write poetry
because spilled ink on paper
gives me the light to see

What am I feeling?
Am I aware?
Hiding and crouching
in your deathly stare..

What am I feeling
lying so low...
Trying to get away...
From what? I don't know...

What am I feeling?
As I sway along...
In life's high and low
humming the silent song.