Alhad Barbadikar Poet I do not know?

The Pen of Death

I've put on a watch
Yet i ask you the time
You ask me if i'm okay,well thank you I'm  fine
My life's in a pit,it's all too confused
And all of this is my fault..i am the reason why this situation aroused!
My bro comes home,he says he,s got a cramp
Few people tell me,my poems don't make sense,they are just stupid rap
I wanna write something nice,win people's hearts
But i never managed to do that,I guess I am not sure of what I want
My life's confused,I don't know what I want to be
I wanna watch Simpsons for the whole of my life,I wanna feel free
But I'm bound to these chains of education,they won't leave me alone
Damn,I'm writing some crap dawg,dont call me on my phone
I'm sarcastic,I'm sick and I dont know why i write
Especially when i don't know what's wrong and what's right
I can't see my future,maybe it's too dark out there
I want a soul to show me the light,to put in some flair
Some inspiration in me,Some topic on which i could speak
I've been rejected so many times,I feel weak
I sit in my room and i keep on dreaming
I want to write something,but there's too much of noise
It's not the noise from outside,it's just my mind
What am I talking??? I am screaming,yelling actually nothing's fine
Everbody around seems to be so happy with their life
They've got a purpose to live & I'm still searching for mine
Been through 6 rejections..I question myself if I am truly in love!!
Damn..I cant write anymore..my head's too loud..too noisy it's disapproved
I want peace that state of mind
Well something which i never will find
Oh,wait a minute..I look at what I am holding
It's a pen with a sharp tip..then why am I scolding
Well I..I just pierce it down my chest
Red ink comes out,well everything happens for the best
I can see the light.. now that it's fading
Well no more does education hold me in its grasp
No more of criticism..no more of people calling my poem a rap
No more of girls rejecting me,No more of misery to see
No more of the stupid study study warnings
No more to hear that this world's starving
Darkness is coming back,ohh she's carrying me
I guess I found my soulmate,It was the devil
That i was supposed to be with
Well I realised how imprecious my life was a bit too late
The pen i was writing till now suddenly became my
"PEN OF DEATH'
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Poet Destroyer A July 27, 2014 at 5:54 PM Alhad, This happens to be an excellent poem, to have featured on the poetry soup's home page. Congratulations, enjoy having your poem featured this week. Always ~ LINDA ~

Alhad Barbadikar June 9, 2011 at 11:36 PM well thank you for taking the time off to read the poem..well it isn't a lot of things..that i am negative about... i get thoughts and well disturbing ones..so i don't know a better way of expressing them than writing a poetry...

Dr.Ram Mehta June 9, 2011 at 6:03 PM What a creative and thoughtfull expressions of self introspection

Linda-Marie Sweetheart June 9, 2011 at 9:44 AM Welcome to Poetry Soup.. enjoyed reading your creative poetry with its intense theme.. enjoy the site as u share words with luv..

Carol Sunshine Brown June 9, 2011 at 6:06 AM A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Alhad. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol

Caroline Cécile Delacroix June 8, 2011 at 9:55 PM Every experience in our life should be seen as an opportunity for progress. Life, my young friend, is too precious to waste in on negativity and complain. I hope I am not overstepping my boundaries here in saying this, but I feel compelled to do this. Perhaps in a future write, you will come to end it with "Pen of Life". That is what I hope poetry or writing can turn out to be for you. Already it is good that you use it as a let out, we all need a let out. Best wishes, Caroline.

Caroline Cécile Delacroix June 8, 2011 at 9:50 PM As long as you focus on all that is wrong in your life, and doesn't make you feel so good, that inner peace will be at bay, Alhad. You are the biggest critic of yourself. You write you want to keep on dreaming. Dreaming of what? What is your dream? Your negativity and complains also invite outward negativity,such as for example girls rejecting you. You sound young Allhad, and from what I read here, I wish you could find a way to change perspective, and turn it into positivity.