The Fire Of My Desire

It is a fire;
Caught up in my seamless desire;
To free myself out of this situation;
And live my life with a new temptation.

Pain has hardened me;
While I stopped trying to flee;
Into the darkness of a deep burrow;
Which had been moulded by a tearful sorrow.

Life has become a lot more darker;
While my agony kept pressing harder;
On my wounds that still bleed;
Satisfying the cruel,ugly breed.

A tear had once flown;
While the world had angrily sown;
The rough seeds of despair;
Beneath the softness of my heart’s attire.

Though my tears shall go unseen;
By those who are arrogantly mean;
For peace, my soul shall always seek;
Never letting my heart to be weak.

The fire of my desire;
For my success, shall conspire;
Against all the evil odds;
Put up by the demonic frawds.

It is my promise to myself;
That I shall stop cursing my own “self”;
For the pain caused to my innocent heart;
By those people who never had a heart.

I believe, it is now the awaited moment;
To stop letting others comment;
Defining my own ways to fly high;
Soaring into the depths of the bright blue sky.

The Mirror Of Her Life

Beyond the lonely stars in the sky;
She seeks her reflection;
That has been long forgotten;
The mirror of her life was broken;
And now among the crumbled pieces, she seeks;
For a piece holding her reflection;
For a portion reflecting back her emotions;
Showcasing the pain beneath;
A heart so crippled and torn;
While the world still ignored her tears;
She kept on searching for a ray of hope;
Her eyes were filled with pain;
As she continued with her search;
Piece by piece, she held;
And threw away in a desperate search;
She has lost touch with herself;
Not knowing the boundaries of sanity;
As she was always in a world of illusions;
And her mind was full of hallucinations;
The Gods in the temples;
Stood as sculpures of stone;
Not showing mercy;
On such a poor soul;
The mirror of her life;
Will never be the same again;
The old reflection is lost;
While the new is totally vague.

A Targeted Soul

Like a star that beams;
In the moonless night;
Let me live in my dreams;
Feeling warmth and joy.

Even in my dreams;
I’m chased and stabbed;
People spat on me;
While I’m terribly smashed.

I’ve been thrown stones at;
By those who are soulless;
Will my life ever brighten;
Now I feel so helpless.

I’ve been moulded by sorrow;
And seasoned by time;
I’m a targeted soul;
On the stage of a mime.

I’m always “judged” ;
And too much “corrected”;
And always interrupted;
And very much corrupted.

Day and night, I think;
I dream and I seek;
As a wanderer, I dwell;
While the rest call me a “geek”.

I seek for joy;
And a little love;
From this heartless world;
Like a helpless dove.

“Please show some mercy”;
I cry and yell;
While they drown me deeper;
In a very dark well.

My dreams have been shattered;
I struggle to breathe;
While they throw me in anger;
Wrapped up in an ugly sheath.

Behind The Curtain Of Her Eyes

Behind the curtain of her eyes;
I see a tear lingering deep inside;
She silently whispers but goes unheard;
And sighs in agony seeing none beside.

Under the blanket of the sky;
She lies down closing her tired eyes;
While she slowly starts humming a tune;
She hears an echo from far behind.

Her piercing eyes were full of warmth;
“Was she expecting someone close?”
She rested her eyes on the walls of night;
Gazing ahead into the depths, for a light.

Up in the sky, the moon was bright;
Her lips were curled into a wonderful smile;
And her tears had sparkled like those stars above;
Which adorned the palaces of the sky.

As the darkness grew into the depths of night;
She realized the echo was just a lie;
She closed her eyes in deep regret;
“Let me run away from this burdened life”.

Among the many faces in life;
She searched for a face that was just too nice;
For a place where she could hide herself;
When the pain was just too huge to bear.

“No life is always hard as rock”;
She was alone like an orphaned child;
May be someday this world would see;
The tears behind those curtained eyes.