Forsaken...

Somewhere deep in my heart,
A voice screams out….
A voice screams out,
Somewhere deep in my heart.

I want to hush all sounds today,
I want to listen my long-suppressed voice….
A voice that has been dominated since years,
But it won’t be left unnoticed today.

I want to stop all nonsense,
That I’ve been doing since ages,
I want to live for myself today,
I want to yell out my long-buried pains.

All my life I worked hard,
I loved my Family, Friends, and even my Job…
But what have I got today?
I today am alone in this forsaken place….
Accompanied by none but for this cursed old-age.

I want to live for myself today,
I want to do what my heart wants to….
I today want to get myself buried in these deep chasms of Earth…..

I today want to get buried in the deep chasms of Earth.

The Authentic Agony

O, this world is nothing but just Boasting,
As this song of Agony now I sing.

Show-offs, Make-ups and exaggerations,
Is there no room for Authentic Actions?

Even the friendship isn't free from its Clutches,
It's crippled, and needs some Crutches!

Boasting yourself, criticizing your Friends,
Does the world now rest on these loose ends?

Jealousy is now the best policy,
Infuriating someone being the Ecstasy.

Sometimes, I do get into a Habit of it,
And Start possessing them all like any Git!

No! I detour my Heart!!

For being Carefree would be a good solution to this Freaky-Mart!

Down In The Memory Lanes..

Pain is what I realized today,
Having remembered my old school days, gay.

Making up my mind,
I reached my old deserted school in a find.

I suddenly saw myself chattering with my friends,
And teachers, scattering away groups of Students, in tight bends.

Down and Down I went into my Memory Lanes,
Having no problem to rack my Brains!

I continued peeping into the solitary place,
Having already lost the track of time, I guess!

Reaching the playground then,
It was as if the whole ruin was alive again.

But time took me to the Truth-The Present again,
And I was disappointed to see the liveliness, slain.

I was suddenly standing amidst an ocean of books,
Having reached the library, where the past again started showing its looks!

The Cafeteria still carried the Odour of the Onion Soup,
As if it was just put on the gas by the Cook.

The Classrooms looked as if they have just had had some lectures,
The desks, the boards, the chairs, all have stood time’s fateful juncture.

A paper scroll lay there,
Crumbled very roughly, and not at all fair.

I reached and folded it open,
Suddenly surprised to see a Cartoon-Sketch of myself, staring at me with fun.

I don’t know from where my eyes suddenly got wet,
As with a Heavy Heart, I penned down this poem straight!