Blank….it’s all blank inside.

But, there is a void that I hide

Deep down in the folds of the heart

there is pain, but, where do I start?



From the beginning, end or the middle?

or wherever one can place the needle.

How can I talk?

When I can hardly walk…



How should I narrate my tale?

Each time i try but, only to fail.

Should i talk of my bruises or the razor I’ve stashed away?

Or the things I wanted to, but, could never say.



Or should I tell you about the times…

When I let my tears dry up inside?

Or those unspoken rhymes

which under my pillow I hide…..

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'm okay.'
- 'No, you're not.'
'What can you say?'
- 'About you, well a lot.'

'About Life?'
- 'Painful and Long.'
'The way out?'
- 'Put it into a song.'

'Will someone understand?'
- 'No. But, you'll have the upper hand.'
'Is that how you're dealing?'
- 'Doesn't matter, I'm devoid of feelings.'

'Seriously now, are you?'
- 'You'll reach here too.'
'Does that make it better?'
- 'nothing ever does.'

'Is that why you're almost dead?'
- 'Well, take your pills and go to bed.'

Tell me it was a lie
the voices that said die.
Tell me I was wrong
about life being a song

Tell me I have to heal
because it's no big deal
Tell me that you care
and won't just stand and stare

Tell me it's not over yet
I have goals to get
Tell me to feel alive
for success I have to strive.