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Babu kandula Apr 2012
Dreaming for the dreamless nits.
I am afraid of my own dreams.
They are just just killing killing me.
I dont want any dreams since they are making me to feel apart.
The dreadly dreams are surrounding me.
They come and start troubling my mind and making me to be cowardly guy.
I dont want dreams they are ruining my freedom.
Please be away from me i dont want you anymore.
Go away from me please please.
AW Aug 2018
I am standing outside on my balcony, it's late night, cold and I am freezing.
I hold a cigarret in my hand and it's poison is what I am breathing.
I am aware of it, that it can be deadly, but I still consume.
It's because I am addicted, and afflicted but afterwards I'll just get back into my room.

Returning, but my lungs are still burning.
It feels good, for a while, until you realise that you might die.
But who cares, everything you do might be deadly, and it's dreadly.

There's nothing right, neither there's something wrong,
it depends on the persons opinion.

You should not judge, neither critisize, rather respect and understand.
Because that's what you'd prefer in the end.

I am going for another one, the last one wasn't enough.
Outside again, still freezing and again I am breathing.
I can feel the poison inside of me, it's noxious and obnoxious.
But for some reason I still enjoy, it must be a ploy.
Vidur Khanna Dec 2017
Seldom, in my wildest dreams
I thought I'll be this man
Whiling away chasing whimsical muses
Can I change things around? I reckon I can

For I was lost in the pages
of laurels from my younger past
Living in this dreadly state of denial
magic with my success, I could have cast

Where did it all begin, I question
The time I started to regress
When did I stop playing those chords
of zenith, pinnacle and progress

Topsy-turvy, drift away I will
into this quaint beastly wild
But take care of me oh Lord
I am lost, yet your child!
Anwesha Apr 13
In the depths of your complexity I delve,
Exploring the mysteries you tightly shelve,
With every hour, every day, unwavering,
My passion burns, my resolve steadfast, unswerving.

Five years, a journey of dedication,
To unravel the mysteries of your manifestation,
In laboratories and in minds ablaze,
I seek the keys to unlock your maze.

Through trials and errors, setbacks and strides,
I persevere, with knowledge as my guide,
Each discovery, a beacon of hope,
In the quest to outsmart your deadly scope.

With every cell, every molecule I analyze,
I envision a world where your threat dies,
Where healing triumphs over despair,
And lives are spared from your cruel snare.

So here I stand, a mere researcher in your field,
With determination as my sword and shield,
For in the pursuit of a cure, I find my purpose,
To vanquish you, and grant humanity solace.
As a dedicated Ph.D. scholar in the field of cancer biology, I have spent the last five years passionately pursuing cancer research. My journey has been marked by tireless research, countless experiments, and unwavering determination. This poem reflects the depth of my commitment to combat cancer and the emotional highs and lows of my quest. Through this work, I hope to convey my experiences and the profound impact this journey has had on my life.

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