Distress
A Life so busy yet same like a clone,
Counting seconds in a monotonous tone,
Everybody is drilling and pressurizing like hell,
But my mind is off in its own world alone.
Studying thousand word in hope of remembering a few
Every sentences seems to be skew,
I am missing badly my concentration,
But my mind is alerting me of getting screw.
I am trying hard but all is in vain,
I have 1000 medicines to cure my pain,
But the medicines are only flaunting,
Keeping my scars fresh and plain.
I want to cry hard but my eyes are refusing ,
I want to scream aloud but my voice is diffusing,
I am out of myself, wandering like an orphan,
My every second is new and confusing.
The confidence has lost his battle with fear,
Belief’s throat is off with a tear,
Hope is searching for its synonym insane,
The sky of happiness is in a doubt of being clear.
I don’t need horror movies to get scared,
A sight shuttering of eyes is enough for this trick,
I don’t need to get pricked to collect tears,
My eyebrows just need a slight flick.
I am living in a world of harmony yet so distress,
Every second brings happiness yet so less,
The imbalance is turning on like hell
Knowingly I am drowning myself in black magic of distress.
Copyright © Diwakar Pokhriyal | Year Posted 2011
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