This is one poem, which i wrote when i was going through a rough patch in life(needless to say this! the words in the poem clearly indicates that). And how rough it was, will be as difficult to be understood, as this poem:):D..Yet, let me help u a bit and give a little more details.
That was a time when i had stopped thinking about myself. I wrote this poem, in regret of not participating in any event during our college fest(during the third year of my college). Initially, i was too excited for it, but eventually something untoward happened, and i had lost interest in everything. I had no other go, but to overlook all of my interests in one shot. A bigger commitment arised, from no-where; and i had to sacrifice the smallest of my interests (:D..i am not exaggerating this, i mean every word of it.). And being a fighter; i felt guilty for not letting my dreams and interests see the light of the day in that particular period.
Alright, now i hope that you wont find yourself seeing the stars, at the end of the poem(even if you do, it ain't your fault:P:)..so, here it goes.......
I wanna confess, My Lord
that I broke my own heart;
I confess, indeed
it was all my fault...
I was broken,saddened, and confused,
Not knowing what to do, my instincts abused!
The clutters took me all over,
And i didnot know, where do i belong.
i searched for myself, outside of my soul,
searched for someone, who could make me strong
i was looking for my own world, amongst the dismay
never realized - my life would show me this day!!
The pain & agony, pulled me down,
while once i was a - bubbly, laughing clown!
'clarity' was lost, and 'haziness' crept in;
the 'guilt' nagging me down, to prove my morbid sin.
I was dumb, i was deaf, i was bound and blind...
was that my soul's flaw ? or that, of my mind?
i tried to be happy, by killing my own joys;
my resilience showed ruthlessness, and made devilish noise.
There's nothing to say, nothing to see...
Nothing to hear, and no-where to be.
it's dark, cold - and no sign of a magic wand,
and i, in vain, am looking for a helping hand...
there's something unknown, thats binding me tight
while my broken wings are, trying to take a graceful flight.
Cool wind is breezing by, and yet i struggle to take a breath..
Is it a hope of a new LIFE..? or a silent way to death...........
That was a time when i had stopped thinking about myself. I wrote this poem, in regret of not participating in any event during our college fest(during the third year of my college). Initially, i was too excited for it, but eventually something untoward happened, and i had lost interest in everything. I had no other go, but to overlook all of my interests in one shot. A bigger commitment arised, from no-where; and i had to sacrifice the smallest of my interests (:D..i am not exaggerating this, i mean every word of it.). And being a fighter; i felt guilty for not letting my dreams and interests see the light of the day in that particular period.
Alright, now i hope that you wont find yourself seeing the stars, at the end of the poem(even if you do, it ain't your fault:P:)..so, here it goes.......
I wanna confess, My Lord
that I broke my own heart;
I confess, indeed
it was all my fault...
I was broken,saddened, and confused,
Not knowing what to do, my instincts abused!
The clutters took me all over,
And i didnot know, where do i belong.
i searched for myself, outside of my soul,
searched for someone, who could make me strong
i was looking for my own world, amongst the dismay
never realized - my life would show me this day!!
The pain & agony, pulled me down,
while once i was a - bubbly, laughing clown!
'clarity' was lost, and 'haziness' crept in;
the 'guilt' nagging me down, to prove my morbid sin.
I was dumb, i was deaf, i was bound and blind...
was that my soul's flaw ? or that, of my mind?
i tried to be happy, by killing my own joys;
my resilience showed ruthlessness, and made devilish noise.
There's nothing to say, nothing to see...
Nothing to hear, and no-where to be.
it's dark, cold - and no sign of a magic wand,
and i, in vain, am looking for a helping hand...
there's something unknown, thats binding me tight
while my broken wings are, trying to take a graceful flight.
Cool wind is breezing by, and yet i struggle to take a breath..
Is it a hope of a new LIFE..? or a silent way to death...........
