Stop!
Don’t judge me yet.
I weep in words,
The tear-circus is out of town,
Its been too long.
And would you notice?
that,
I bleed for relief,
from patches of happiness and sorrow, and
search for darkness,
in this emotional de-light.
I believe in the fate that
has been constructed for me -
walls and closed doors,
and bewitched eyes.
Green is as green as that paint on the wall,
pain is as painful as eye can see and hear.
But wait,
don’t judge me yet!
To lose is one thing,
to give up is one thing,
being hopeless is another,
to die doesn’t matter… but …
To come to a world that -
greets you with expectations,
breeds you to be useful,
feeds you with emotions,
tames you with greed -
… and carve your own way
through this desert
and not leave a trace,
that would be some life!
Now!
