Lying on my couch;
Lying to myself.
Claiming I will work;
Knowing I will not.

Hiding from the world;
Leaving friends alone.
Hating what I do,
Letting my life rot.

When will I decide,
To face life again?
When no dish is clean?
When all food is gone?

I wish, that I had,
Motivation, an
All-consuming force,
Inspiring action.

But, alas, just me.
Too lazy to work,
Too tired to sleep,
Just dissatisfied.

In my madness
I’m a lone wolf

When I’m sane I will be with you
I’ll care for you
I’ll be kind
I’ll smile and chat

But in my madness
I’ll be magnificent
Greater than Life
Impossible

Nobody dare to touch me

When I’m sane I’ll be with you
When I’m mad
I’ll write poetry

I’ll be with you when I’m sane
Because you read my poetry

Have you ever looked at the world around you?
The edges, the curves and the beauty too?
Have you seen the sky at three?
The starts, the moon, and you who’s free

Have you felt things speak up at times?
Narrate a story, that’s unique and fine…
have you ever felt all eyes upon you?
And did you feel the admiration in them too?

Did you ever feel that you were strange?
Different or perhaps unique in a way?
Did you feel that interacting was strange?
Or maybe you saw the world in shades of grey?

Maybe you forget at times to, be you?
You- who’s different, you who’s you.
Did you feel defeated or plaintively weary?
Or did you, at times, sleep with your eyes bleary?

Have you ever tried to find answers?
Answers to all your problems?
Did you at times blame the world around you?
Or perhaps scream and shout in agony too?

Maybe, all this was a part of a test?
A test- that brought you to your fate
Perhaps it tried to bring out your best
To show that, your destiny awaits….

I dream with open eyes
of endless summers
and starry nights.

Of misty morns
and lazy days
being comfortable in all ways.

Of cold dewdrops
that glisten bright
on daisies pure white.

Of unsaid words
that hang in the air
along with a love-struck stare

Of bright sunshine
that filters through
the window for our view.

Of loving the comfort
of my own company
and not needing anybody.

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.

I trace the cobwebs
in the depths of my mind,
refreshing my memory
hiding what I find...
There are things
that can't be heard, can't be told
For some of my thoughts
might be too blunt, might be too bold
What do I fear?
Judgement? I know it too well
Whatever it is, it's hard to tell
So, let me just omit
the secrets that you don't know
And to the recesses of my heart
these words will go