Another Blow-up

another explosion in a twisted mind,
again,blowing up a great feeling,
its almost become second nature,
to come closer to winning,
and yet stumble,
by your own stupid fuck ups.

jimmy described it to be the soul of a clown,
how right today he sounds,
everytime the sun comes out,
you are buried beneath the ground.

for the few people who care for you,
hurt becomes their shadow,
and all they ever wish is,
you were never that callow.

your actions hit like a stone,
words pierce the skin,
you wish you wern't a twisted freak,
but now,the damage is all you moan.

Rolling in life's cradle

he rolled in degenerated senses,
like a child on a soft bed of roses,
seeking answers to his life,
his face showed no pain,no anger,no hate,
all these had long passed him by,
he rolled there resigned to his helpless fate,
made even more helpless by the people walking by,
seemingly unaffected by the daily sights.

long,heavy hair stuck out from his spotted and wrinkled face,
his crumbling body had no pillars to support,
the stilts of life had been chopped to half,
couldn't walk along anymore in life's race.

a ragged cloth covering his chest,
and folded pants showing off the deepest scars,
not a single rupee in his tin can,
and all god's child did was roll.
roll away into oblivion.

and years ago,
rolling still fresh in his mother's womb,
would he have imagined today?

Another me

the loss of reason was pained
no sense of being
it ate away those days of life
its a sad representation of me


a decision gone awry
has left behind a seedless fruit
one that has no conviction
and a shattered sense of belief


the fifth of my life
has cracked the mirror between,
the today of me,is no more
the me of fifteen


and now,the void crushes in
it crushes in.

Nostalgia

I had an assignment to write about any event that drove the most emotions in me.This is what I wrote........

The event which I remember to be the closest to my heart is the last day of school.

The day itself was one with mixed reactions.Sadness,for leaving an institution which had cradled me like its own child and joy,for being moulded to face the real world.

But today,every time I look back at that day,I feel an emptiness and loss.The institution that made me,nurtured me,is no longer a part of me.With heavy heart I walked out of the doorways which had been my second home.The love of every staff member,the embrace of every classroom,the smell of the mud of the playing field are vividly etched in my senses,and fills me with nostalgia.

The ten most brilliant years of my life,culminated into that day,which by far is the only event which drives out the most intense emotions in me.