I sit there cuddled on my sofa,
I do nothing,
But, my mind  is a godown of anxiety,
Demons wreak havoc within me,
My tap is leaking with drops of fear and nervousness.
I cannot do anything about it.
I am caged,
It saps all my joy,
I need to escape from the prison of my thoughts.
I don't want them to control me,
So I decided to go to a comedy show,
Good humour was the ideal tonic,
It was the best antidote for me,
It helped.
I think I can do it.
I will also try something else to get out of it.

I can see that look in your eyes
Bitting your lips
Confusing passion for lust.
Surrounded by havoc,
In a storm of
Secrets and lies.

I’ll keep all of your secrets,
You know all of my lies.
Caught in a storm
Havoc of
Secrets and lies.

I love the way you lie
Saying you’d kiss and lick
All of my scars
The ones underneath my skin
Across my heart.
Surrounded by
Havoc of
Secrets and lies.

Consuming your body,
In flickering light.
Succumbing to passion,
Falling in love.
Stuck with no answer
In a ghostly goodbye.
Surrounded by havoc
In a storm of
Secrets and lies.

To see the changes wrought by time
Plays sweet havoc upon my mind.
The twisting, folding, space of memories,
My only sanctuary,
from shattered dreams
and haunting hopes, that unleash from me a scream.
I sit and replay,
The reasons why I hoped you would stay.

“Oh dear, oh dear”, exclaimed the rabbit
“I’ve appeared to have lost it in this havoc!”
He searched high and low
Near and far, above and below.
It wasn’t until the very last place he looked,
That he found his poetry book.

Dead feelings
Rotten sighs
Gazing at
My firefly
A broken dream
A shattered life

Tears will flow, there is no patience tonight
Each drop will mourn her absence tonight

I am alone at home, who else will listen?
Cries won't make any offence tonight

She has a reason to do all this havoc
She will tear letters in my presence tonight

Dispute has rendered her fearless
She looks stranger at my residence tonight

Sharafat, don't add fuel to boiling anger
Keep calm, and cry with silence tonight

in a frantic mode
did come the Atlantic swirl
reeking havoc's toll

who even are you that I write
you're certainly not him, not with his lazy attitude and familiar habit of storming through my mind..
no, you're of some other kind of disaster
a figment of my imagination run far too wild, for too long
perhaps an earthquake, bringing the world down around me, leaving my feet on solid ground
if only to watch me fall when you open up your maw from beneath me, listening to my ragged breathing
I see you, slipping around inside my head, leaving cracks behind you, leaving them to prove that you were there
I can not ignore the ground shaking under me, though I try
a figment of my imagination run far too wild, a tale told many times
but who are you, a lowly hitchhiker lost within my mind
and maybe your grumbling is suppose to be a sign, of wanting to be free of me, same as I
but if you stopped ripping me to shreds we could work together,
but if you stopped, how would that impact the weather
I hated the storms, hate them more than you
so.. what if you stayed instead, let you wreck you havoc in my head, if only I wont have to taste the rain