A commuter doomed within
wondering if he is still alive
the rush of life, the effort to fight
under the dark apparition he tries to find
the happiness inside
then smiled, nothing lies beneath the eyes
bound to this man made world, targets to meet.
Eternally, he will die
no wonder why people call it life
crumbled into million confessions his soul yelled,
as he is departed, burn my life!
He followed his shadow, asked to not be like this anymore...
let the world die, let me say goodbye.
once again I breathed, once again he tells a lie
he was still there, gazing into my eyes
I was afraid of the rotting inside
he smiled, killed another life
so easy for him this time
pain I like, pleasure to my eyes
a frenzy desire for blood to drink
for flesh to eat, nothing to fight
and I know I am dead inside
for the rest of my life, I will not find
the perfect rhyme, a divine rhyme
I deserve to die young, all alive!
I can’t live this half dead life.Manjit Kumar Tiwari
It all started while sitting at the back bench of my class in school days. Chemistry was never tolerable to me, hence I found one good way to spare those 45 minutes... Started writing !! Though it was not easy but I realized that it does not have to be in exact way, abstract can be considered as well. Since then the journey continues...
December 10, 2007
lost inside
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