Rage hurts me more
            Than the one
            I am raging on...

Dark rain clouds are full with agony
In the sky,
Still there is no rain blast
Don't know why...
                 My heart is boiling in the rage,
                 Still I am acting like the sage.....

Taking in oxygen,
To clear my vision,
In this blurry region...
              Lungs are breathing too fast,
              To get over the past
              I hope I will won at last...
Mind explodes worst
Than the volcano outburst
& I want to get out of this hell first....

I can't keep this load anymore
Question is what to choose?
                Floor to soar?
                       Or
               Door to roar?
                 Anyways,
Peace is hard to endeavour....

I hate it
When they just pretend
To be nice
With forced smiles
With 'Hi & Hellos',
& Stupid 'How are you's...
When they are​ wise
& They knew
Problem of mine
& I am not fine...

With double entrendes,
Pitiful praises,
Corny comments,
Snarky remarks,
They drill hole
Firing bullets of questions
To find my half missing soul...
Like healing(killing) me is there goal....

Why don't they understand
They are hurting me more
Or may be they are doing
This purposely to make me sore....

I just want to scream
on their faces one day,
I knew I would​ gather
That much courage to say....

My version of living hell
Will never match
Your version of living hell
So please don't try to make me well....

I am in huge nutshell
I am not ready to tell
So please don't dwell
Otherwise I will yell

Understanding pain is art
Not that easy problem, to sort
Your words are not from your heart
So they will never reach my heart


You won't ever feel empathy
So please don't show sympathy...