Breathe

Let me live my life
Let me breathe silently
Let me grow on my own
What kind of expectation is this
This expectation of talking like you
Being like you
Just because iam a part of you
Let me see the world with my innocent hopes and expectations
And when the time comes I will live the way I Have to
Don’t take away from me my dreams
Because oh! they are the only flavours of my hopeless life
Don’t take away from me my little moments of happiness
Because those are the only treasures I see when my life is filled with darkness
Don’t take away from me myself
Because then ill be left hollow
In this world,- so alone
In a world where the good is taken for granted
And hopes are laughed upon
This world a cobweb of lies
Where tears are not heeded to
And being selfish is the only strategy of survival
Let me live my life
Take these chains off me
Which suffocate me to death
This chain of greed
Need
And want
Let me just live
In this world of my dreams
Where everything atleast has a hope for being perfect

Patience is a useless act

‘Wait wait wait’
‘Be patient!’
Patience for what ..
This endless wait for nothing at all
Its pointless i say
Waiting robs one of minutes that can be spent in laughter
Seconds that can be immortalized by one kind word or deed
But waiting brings in one-
Restlessness galore
And hence robs one of these moments
Unhappiness from the unsurity of the fruit
But they say ‘be patient…
Patience is good’
Im sick of it
Im tired of this endless ‘waiting’ day
Which stretches over ages
And takes away from me-
My composure
God
Make a stop to it please..
Its unbearable
And leaves in the heart
Unhappiness,
Longing
And solitude

Broken

Was this the end destined?
Was this the hope that once flied challenging fate?
This hope which was my reason to live
This love my only emotion..
This thought which declared to continue till eternity
Washed away by the river of disturbance
That ranged once, destroying each house of relationships
These relationships which were thought to be on sturdy grounds
But alas! They were so weak
I weep
But it doesn’t help
Nobody really cares
I suffer
But it doesn’t matter
Because nobody is really around
Misery
Longing
Melancholy
Is only what is left
These broken pieces of glass,
My fate.