I may talk a lot on the outside,
But deep down, I have a lot of secrets,
The untold things I never wish to tell,
Many secrets that I claim to myself.

I smile a lot on the outside, even though
Deep inside, I've never done so,
Because deep within, I am a different person,
A person whom you will never know.

I am nice to a lot of people on the outside,
But believe me,
I've murdered every single one of them on the inside,
A psychopath I am very deep within,
Very different from my outer being.

Partying and socialising is not my thing,
Neither is teamwork or collaborating,
Lonely I am, very deep within,
And alone I always wish to be.

The dark evil has conquered my mind,
And the goodwill refuges on the surface outside,
I do not tend to fight my evil within,
Because it's who I've always been.

I am not my true self,
The person you see on the outside,
Because deep down, I am a different person,
The person you'd never wish to meet.

It's gloomy, dark,
Clouds all marked,
With windy hustle,
And thundery bustle.

The sky turned pale,
Fragranced with ester-y smell,
And in the watery dale,
Paper boats set sail.

The weather is wet,
But not a slightest hate,
Wrapped in a blanket so warm,
Safe from the storm's harm.

The lightning sparks,
Unlade sky of larks,
While rustling leaves,
Whisper an important eve.

All signs of an advent plain,
Welcome the drizzling rain,
Nature is so happy about,
After all, it's raining out.

Seven hours felt like a waste,
Silent in the classroom I sat,
Learnt naught, nor listened tad bit,
Drifting in my dream world, I was lost.

Nodding and dozing,
Off I slid into sleep,
My eyes stayed open though,
I know they were,
But my mind, I was never sure.

The ring of the bell,
How sweet and melodious it sounded,
When teacher took leave, the panic relieved,
The joy that erupted had no bound, I believe.

Exams arrived, and exams went by,
But result day is what we feared,
The harsh scolding, and the words so searing,
Yet strangely, to us, those were dear.

Books became our sleeping pills,
While games period was the vigour giver,
Teachers taught us how to believe,
But friends made us true believers.

Doing assignments felt like mere procrastination,
A burden that we'll never forget,
They gave us months' time; transient weeks had gone by,
The work would still be undone.

Those were the days, those were the times,
I shall forever frame in my mind,
Saying goodbye may not pain much,
If only we promise to stay in touch.

When you believe the sky above is far too high
For you to even try
That’s when all your bright dreams twist awry
And you just sit there, doing nothing but cry…
That's when you fail...

When you believe the ocean’s too deep for even your tears to drown
That’s when all your greenest faiths fade brown
and all you can do is wear that frown…
That's when you are unworthy...

When you finally believe the journey to the world’s end can’t be accomplished
And you let every chance slip into the abyss
That’s when you let your future go to lease
And let sorrow itself give you its kiss…
That's when you are hopeless...

But amidst all your sorrows and sufferings and failures
If you still stand up each time
And let life itself test you one more time
That's when you reach beyond the sky
That’s when you touch the depths of the bottomless ocean
And that’s when you finally break the earth’s grasp…

Then you start a new life
Full of hopes and full of dreams
All your faded faiths turned green again
That's when you rise to your full potential
To be the man you had never been…

Deep down a dark valley, unknown to man,
Shrouded in night, hidden from sight.
The home of devils, or so it is told,  
With a vision of hell, thanks to whispers of old.

It is a loathing place, no doubt
Yet no one dares to question why
Before heaven, all must tread there,
It's a valley we share as dead.

All sorrows are washed in that stream,
Cleansing the soul of its venom and scheme.
The bones are rearranged, the flesh remade,
A body reborn from the ashes decayed.

That place is not end, merely a beginning anew,
Yet every heart trembles, every spirit too.
The energy to remake what death has unmade,
It's where the life and death consolidate.

I write
Hoping someday my words are seen,
That my hobbies may bloom into something amazing,  
And thence I write to make my dreams breathe.

I write
Not because I cannot speak,
But because my voice cannot reverb as deep,
And thence I write to pour my heart open.

I write
To calm the storm in my mind,
To keep the voices from devouring me whole,
And thence I write to save myself.

I write
So I can commensurate the thoughts I spill,
In ink, I see what I cannot elucidate in silence.
And thence I write to learn myself.

I write
To cast my old thoughts away,
Foster wisdom to a new life ahead,
And thence I write to revise my head.

I write
Because unlike people,
Paper never scorns what I have to say,
It listens, patient, unjudging. It understands me.
And thence I write because that is how I can reveal myself.

I write
Not because I am great at it,
But to remind myself I am at least trying,
Doing what so many are afraid to do,
And so I write to keep myself inspired.

To be born was never my choice,
But to end it, that shall be mine,
To march this ruined planet was not my choice,
But the choice to leave it is finally mine.

I have seen much,
I have suffered enough,
All of it came without a choice,
But now, I have a choice.
A choice to change, a final exchange,
Change so deep, I'll never be seen again,
Not on this planet,
Not in this universe,
Not in any corner of this dimensionless multiverse.

I don't need no help no more,
And that is my choice,
I'll take no advice no more,
Because I choose to refuse,
And that's my choice; Mine alone.

When every option burned away,
When every bright path shut close that day,
In that pitch black night,
A dark flame sprang to life.
I chose to follow it,
I chose to allow it,
Lead my journey off the edge.

I came to realise,
All along, the dark flame was my choice,
The final choice anyone could possess.
I choose death over life,
I choose to die,
And die, and die, again and again,
Until this choice too,
Eventually no longer remains mine.