Facing darkest of the dark,
at the verge of loosing my lively spark!
it grows deep and intense everyday...
giving me wounds some or the other way.
something inside me feels incomplete;
may be some of those stories which I never revealed..
STRUGGLING WITH LIGHT AND DARKNESS!!
I've turned myself to mess!
every hope that knocks my door,
messes me up even more.
I still have a lot of things to deal..
things which cant be revealed!!
Growing DARK and COLD,
numb and mould!
everyday someone tries to shape me out,
i've lost myself to these self doubts!
SOMETHING BURNS ME EVERY MOMENT!
that particular burned even my resilience
this holocaust is BURNING ME ALIVE;
it owes my soul to thrive..

I am loosing myself bit by bit,
sec by sec...
EVERYDAY I AM GROWING DEAD.

This feel of sadness without any reason
This tiredness without any work
Burning eyes without any tear
Hurting heart without any incident
Why? why is it all happening??
Is it ok to be like this for this night?
Am sure I gonna wakeup with a charismatic smile tomorrow morning
Then why is this night seems like a long achy summer day??

Even in the crowd of people
I'm feeling so lonely,
It seems like every where is evil,
I'm falling in obscurity slowly.

I feel nothing,
I feel everything,
And that's all in the same time,
And that's how I feel it all the time.

I'm so tired of living,
I know I am nothing,
Who belong to no one,
Who don't know how to have a fun.

Here's no place in the world for me,
And I even don't know who I want to be,
No chasing for my future living,
I don't have a think who I'm being.

I'm walking down at streets in the loneliness,
In awareness that I'm truly ******* mess,
Some people have a god bless,
But I'm cursed, I guess.

I'm wearing the eyeglasses and the jacket with color of the darkest night,
The sky is middle of purple and blue,
It's a little bit cold, 'cause the sun isn't still bright as it might,
I try to think straight, but I'm ******* crazy and have this clue.

Paperworks and junks pilled into mountains
on top of my ruined desk
“I wonder what had went wrong
for me to stack up such a mess?”

Indolent, Oh! so petulant!...
But still I digress
Saying I didn’t have time
To sort out the cluttering hefty mess

Jesting around with the things that avert my gaze,
Such a child I was,
I paid no mind to it all day

But...
Night came too soon,
and instantly I say...
“When will I ever sort out this mess?”

Perhaps never, but still I say
“Someday, okay?”