Monday 19 February 2018

MERCILESS


The debt needs to be cleared;
I am going insane,
and to regain my sanity I need beer. 
But I have quit. 
Yet every bit;
Of my body is craving for countless sips. 
I am tired of these untimely kips,
I wanna sleep a good night sleep;
But every time I try I trip
Trip over these responsibilities that are haunting and stinkingly daunting. 
I am supposed to get married at 27
The priest said so,
It is not him but the stars have communicated this
From the heaven,
To whom we pray. 
I need to buy a house
And then a car too.
This burns a hole in my core. 
I am sore 
With no one to take care. 
No one warned me that life was going to be so unfair. 
One girl whom I fell in love with madly. 
I broke her heart, badly. 
I too was broken and shattered. 
But I couldn't reflect hence catered
to the needs of everyone. 
But 
Now I am fucking done. 
Every-time I close my eyes
I find myself screeching to be freed 
of these shackles invisible to the human cornea. 
I want my bloody narnia. 
I keep banging my fists against this wall. 
My knuckles are bleeding, I want to crawl
my way out somehow. 
This dungeon keeps getting darker and darker everyday. 
It is turning into a pit.
A pit that is bottomless. 
And I keep falling deeper and deeper 
And my loved ones are just a mere audience that is
Merciless and hopeless and clueless.

Sunday 11 February 2018

THE FINAL FLIGHT


I was bought and 
brought to entertain.
No, they could not understand my pain. 
You see that
We don't speak the same tongue. 
I'd sight the sky 
from where I was strung.
I was fed 
when they felt I would be hungry.
They would give me leftover or sundry.  
I used to cry loud and 
flutter around in this cage.  
They would think I am trying to mock up a stage. 
Sometimes my fellow comrades would come and 
empathise with me. 
But as the footsteps approach they would fly and 
hide away in the tree. 
I guess they didn't want to be prisoned. 
I had company for a little while.
A fluffy beast with paws 
would swing by sometimes. 
By now I had no strength left to entertain
I assume that my throat didn't listen to my brain. 
I would pass out in the middle of the noon. 
I understood that I am gonna get freed soon. 
Freed of this cage. 
One fine day my human left the door unlocked. 
I was so weak that I couldn't escape. 
The fluffy beast sat there and 
mocked me on being powerless. 
I gathered all my strength and tried to take the flight. 
But too my plight I hit the door and fell. 
The beast saw this opportunity and 

freed me from the living hell.

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