Bitter pains flow from the grave
Undeliberate it kind of gets paved
Standing all alone, I often weep
Multiplied a lot of the times, like traffic on the street
Restless joints keep me on edge
Feeling like I am trapped, cut down and shaped like a hedge
Despite my best intentions
I collapse underneath my inhibitions
The weight I carry is great in everything
Like a person who has no where to set his things
“Listen to the sound of your heart”, they say
But no-one can tell me it will be okay
No-one knows the struggles, the defeat I have had
I bet if they would be sad.
No, life did not just pick out me
To steal away all sanity
It did not say “Well good”, it simply cried for me
Took my peace and some of my dignity
No, I am not crazy, although it took some time to see that
I didn’t wake up one day and just feel that.
It took initiative, a pondering mind
An eye for all things, not one that was blind
I learnt the whole way, whether I realized it then
I repeated some chapters, even way back when.
Blessed assurance I have not claimed
That would be the end of my insane
I do not like green eggs or ham
But do not tell me to give a damn.
My mind is always creating, always evolving
Like my heart, it will continue revolving
One day I will write of better days and better things
But until then…