Soft hands idling quietly by
snatching remnants of credibility
its cloak opaque to reflection
you grasp its hand,
like a double-edged sword
you hold on tight
wisping away into the night
never to be seen again.

The walls are dark and the smell is repugnant
death on its tongue
Decay in the teeth.
Smiling back as if a fun-house of mirrors
dubious, distorted, distraught
you hold on.

Cradling the noose like a new mother to its child
you gawk, admire, and dream
Of a darkness to bring you closer to the ledge.
Gently pushing formidable bounds
released to self-indulgence
you're alone.

As the world around you lights up only by screens
and reacts only by the ping of self-admiration.
A ghost among the blinded
walking slowly by as everything is in full speed.
Stuck in a repetitive loneliness
damnation of socialization
pity. pity. pity.

Pulling onto the strings of darkness
puppeting along madness
mastering hell as its vibrant and claw full of disappointment
you sit on the outside of the world
watching it comfortable in its cage.

Twenty four hours
stretching to a century
Engulfing the four walls
Of the lonely abode
haunting the soul
Of the grief stricken me

An enstranged tear
restless to roll down,
My gloomy, rosy cheek
Steps down from their abode
Leaving behind a trail of
Tell-tale blackest kohl

Memoires of you,
Haunting, transending..
And Oh! this taunting moon
Hiding behind the moving clouds
Peeping out, mocking at
My vunerable, lonely state

Brushing back my wet locks
I softly murmur your name
Against my powerless slender palm
When will you help me out
from this pitiable state
O my Eloquer....!!

© Neeloo 'NeelPari'

My Generation?
Uhmm
That's.....uhmmm....Huge!
What I expect from my generation???
Why don't we try it this way??
What foundation was my generation built on?
What moral, principles, values or doctrines were carved into the hearts of people from my generation???

Our foundation was already built, long before we existed
Clearly built by "the society" like we were always reminded, cause hell yes, we live in it.
But that was the beginning of our loss,
We met the society in existence, way before we had the guts to build our own foundation not to talk of the opportunity to challenge or even change it.
And it saddens me to say that I expect NOTHING from My Generation..
You know why?..
Because it is bleeding us out even before we existed.
It tells us today, education is the greatest gift you can ever possess
But guess who runs the market?
Soliders with maybe Secondary School certificates.
A great number of them as that.
Any traces of rebelling against the society who"protects you",  is kicked off from the devil's dinner.
And then we are enstranged from our freedom and have to start afresh!
The God damm society gave us the ******* fear we experience every ******* day!
To enstrange us from the devil's intimacy.
They say, you have to take risk to be daring enough to beat the society hands down
But guess what? We ******* don't choose the consequences that comes with the risk!
So in case you have some problem with your present social status, academic goals, crisis, whatever the ******* problem it is?
Get the **** up and **** the damaged society you exist in!!!!!.
And that's what I expect from My Generation.