As the rays of the morning sun hit his eye
He sat in his room contemplating with a smile wry
There were many things for him to ponder
Where should he start from he began to wonder
Why was he in such a situation?
Who was responsible for his present condition?
"The woods were always dark and deep
And he knew that he had promises to keep"
But why was he unable to sleep
His throat was choked but he was not able to weep
His mother used to say that boys don't cry
But as he began to think his mouth went dry
When he had not done anything wrong
Why was his mind caught in this storm
To everyone he had always been good and sweet
Then at this juncture what caused his heart to bleed
It was the realization of the failure of his belief
And it was this which subjected him to grief
The people whom he had trusted and loved were all gone
And there he was sitting in this room all alone
People,to help whom he had gone out of the way
How could they all leave him and go away
About his friendship he was always optimistic
But his friends used to tell him to be realistic
He had always been rated as an "emotional fool"
Was this the thing that differentiated him from people who were "cool"
His biggest problem was that he couldn't say 'No'
Maybe this was the reason for his predicament and rightly so
He had always intended to be their reason for smile and joy
But now he felt that all this time he had been merely a toy
A toy for everyone to play with
and when contented, to do away with
He prided himself upon his heart of gold
But he had learnt the truth that emotions are just meant to be sold
If you are nice then people take you for granted
and when they get bored they throw you away like some filth unwanted
It seemed to him that his whole life had failed
Thinking of this his heart ailed
Now was the time for him to forget the ghosts of past
All that he could lose he had already lost
Now he just waited for the moment when he will die
Because only God could fathom and give an answer to his "Why?".
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too many emotions....stop pondering fr a while...sometimes the answers come wen u'r nt looking...
ReplyDeletea nice start...keep writing
p.s. i get a mention in ur 1st post...yeay!!
super like :)
ReplyDeletetis damn so tru..i feel almost d same..:-!
Awesome stuff. couldn't help but see an undercurrent of masochism in the poem - vintage Suraj :)
ReplyDeleteAlready looking forward to the next post
first of all...Screw you..that was a fuckin lame introduction that you gave me...but anyways...let bygones be bygones..
ReplyDeletehmmm....
first attempt at poetry...
i must say..nice one indeed..
@sonal - don't know you...but i most definitely agree with you..
you know what, since it is actually your first try..i wont critically analyze it...instead..just keep writing..
one suggestion though..if you are gonna do it seriously..
let your thoughts fly,unbound,
yet bound by the possibility of the impossible happening..
:P :P :P :P
have fun...kiddo...
keep writing..:)
ohkk... while readin this ..i ll say... i was like waitin..waitin... waitin to see smthin positive happening at the end.. thn it was thr... with forgetting ghosts of the past... but then "waiting for the moment to die .. and..why?"...
ReplyDeleteu were a li'l(actly a lot) pessimistic.. i was hoping for optimism... words r great ..touchin n smhw moving.....really... i know ..writer's thots .. but still,do write one with positive end too ...will be waiting to read... :)