Life is what you make it.
What have you made so far?
All those lemons that life threw on me;
I placed them all in a jar
of excuses, sealed the lid
and labelled it "tomorrow".

My room has five walls

(and yes, I am not counting the ceiling).

Wall one!

It is the one with door which opens only from the inside.

So you gotta knock first to get in.

Advance apologies; You might not be entertained.

Wall two!

A window, the oldschool metaphor for freedom

with its thin iron grills and a broken pane

now serves ventilation purpose.

Wall three!

Useless it may seem, but this one is the most equipped.

With its big pale switch board crucified on it;

This walls commands the life here.

Wall four!

The proof of my existence,

this wall holds the old photographs with the pride of an artist.

I hate looking at this wall;

“Staring directly at sun may cause damage to the retina.”

Wall five!

This one is my favourite.

I could doodle over it again and again

and then hide behind the screen of my laptop.

Facebook! It’s funny to think about sometimes.

You could shove-in the biggest ******* blade into my chest and I-
I won’t hurt you back.
I won’t even cry.
I won’t ask you to stop.
I won’t curse you.
I won’t protest.
I will help you instead; Even if the pain kills me in the process.
I will lend you my hands when yours start to weaken.
Slit my throat to make sure my words won’t get a voice.
And if it helps, think of me as the thanksgiving turkey ready to get carved.
I will in fact make sure you are always alive in my poetry.
Every time I’ll struggle for words,
and every time my sentences will cry for meaning;
You, sir, will make sure my poems are breathing.

She was my favourite dream, and
I spent my whole life
Lying on the bed
Trying to dream
About her
Again.