Are we not talking?
All I said
all day and night
is hi and bye?
Why are you so worried?
Why are you only talking to me
when necessity arises?
Why are you so angry with me?
Why, oh why
I don't understand,
yet I cannot put forth my concerns about you
Because all you do, all day and night,
is to sit right there and listen to the news.
Do you not care?
Family doesn't seem family anymore
because
no one
is
talking.

And the gut feeling creeps back again
a startling visitor
especially at this hour
as the day went past,
the pain only increased.
can a person feel more contrite?
i felt that my soul was cut into 2
one in a room
filled with light
but a dark hole awaits
and then the other filled with the dark
and a lingering little flame awaits.
apprehension's bringing me too far
I guess I should stop.

Only for the man who needs a pillow to sleep
Only for the man who is not willing to take two steps out of that line
Only for the man who sticks to his friends
Only for the man who stays away from enemies
Only for the man whose every incident in life has been happy
Only for the man who knows what he knows
Only for the man who does not give a care for a dying person
Only for the man who chooses his words without much bother
Only for the man who dies ever so willingly
Only for the man who sees himself a great person,
yet who is a great fool.

Yes, everything stabbed me in the heart,
gut
core
Everywhere.
It's so ****** painful
I'm not nattering away
No
I will not and
am not
a nuisance who talks tosh.
You killed me.
It killed me.
A bunch of scrawled numbers killed me.
Everything
every ****** thing
is killing me.
Did I not try?
Did I not place my full brain and heart into it?
And why am I getting ready to get my brain chopped off under the falling axe?
Why, oh why
the sullen faces
blood-sworn glares
the rising temperatures in my body
the cold tears
that pierce the very layer of my cheek
What did I do to deserve **** like this?
Came Monday.
Monday blues
with the very lovely scores indeed ?!!
that kicked me out of the list.
Came Tuesday.
Far worse sight.
More numbers.
Numbers determining my barren life
And so will tomorrow come
with much angst
And so do I now cry or die?

it burns low
within the four corners of the little room.
it burnt an entire house down once.
it burnt in my chest when i danced.
and when I blew out the candle,
my hope dwindled.
when I carried the 2 candles,
lighted with fire
into my room,
one blew off.
hitherto the next candle's flame
burns low,
I wait and watch.

Most of the time
I would love to think
that you bring about your own destruction.
Isn't that true?
Actions you exhibit
Words you sing
of good
and bad
Everything leads to something.
Lack of
Or too much
communication
also does that to you.
Everything rebounces
right
back
at
you
and you will then find yourself at the crossroads of your own life,
guard it well,
and so,
farewell.

doors clashing
voices echoing
off walls
right there
yes,there
I realised something is happening.
but I choose not to open my door
to see another door close,
but I must stay calm
and keep my composure
For I know, if words spoken more,
the more it might hurt.
And so I keep quiet
and let the silence accompany me.