Write IN Verse

Billions of cells screaming inside me 'Don't neglect us' But I'm too wrapped up in misery To take note of the enemy That lies within The negativity that rises And turns my emotions to dust Takes precedence Over the voices of my life cells

They say I'm alive But only I know I'm dead inside Filled with hate, negativity and inner strife What is this rotten life worth If you feel nothing But pain and misery?

My body is fed eatables But that's not food for the soul My soul lies crushed Like a forgotten handkerchief  From a bygone era I feel gripped by death in every pore of my being And the negativity rises Like a wave's crest I envy those who truly live They are really blessed

Writing does calm me I tend to get so emotional My heart is like glass It breaks if there's a high decibel Inside my head or in the vicinity My hate for the human race Does abate No thanks to any 'human' Instead to the word, written It's like a blessing from a sentient being That falls upon my ears From deep within

Why can't I live inside your soul And you inside mine Then we wouldn't need to inhabit These evil, vile cities We could, instead, live with beauty.

I sit down to write My morbid little 'poem' Evil eyes are always on me Right from here to the periphery Humankind is toxic and cruel I hate this race That has no grace It only wants to exploit Maybe the future will be better When we are all androids!

My heart breaks all over again If every tiny fragment were to fuse I would ask that every breath I took  Was next to you The tears flow like a river in spate The only person I want in my life is you Everyone else I hate!

It was the year 1996 I was in the first year of college Undergoing an internship At an ad agency With other rookies like me We talked about books, movies galore I found I didn’t remember much Even then, my memory Was like mercury to touch All those books  That I’d read Seemed to have flown  Right out of my head I talked way too much, Let my guard down Enough to create  A scandal in town One girl told me “The boss wants you to wear a short skirt” I used to wear long salwars and didn’t flirt I felt completely miserable Coz at heart, I was still a prude Not interested in getting friendly With this creepy old married dude. When I went back to college I complained to my HOD Who seemed to think I was making a mountain Out of a molehill, And she smiled benignly at me. One of the teachers  Came to my house And tried to tell me I should complain  Against my boss, the louse! I wanted to have no part in it Since by th

And the tears, They fall unbidden What do I do When it happens In the middle of lunch Or while crossing the street Or while standing in a queue When I know not why the tears fall What can I do about it all Does it mean I’m no longer dead inside? That the hurt within is healing? Or is my heart further breaking?

The gentle strum of the guitar floating through the air A murmur of voices, some loud, a few laughs An outline of the Buddha traced on a red wall Sporting real black sunglasses,  I'm not joking at all My desk in the middle of all this activity That’s  # Ogilvy ! What happens within is all destiny!

Perspectives change Over time People change their colours at will Like chameleons in the garden Or like rainbows in the sky Except that such sights in nature are a joy to behold While in humans it is not

Indifference is what kills life Not hate. For hate means there’s still a spark. While indifference means everything’s dead . How do you revive what’s dead inside You nurture it with love and a little care Till life starts becoming easier to bear And then it gets a little better than that And before you know it Life reveals delights...

It was the year 1996 I was in the first year of college Undergoing an internship At an ad agency With other rookies like me We talked about books, movies galore I found I didn’t remember much Even then, my memory Was like mercury to touch All those books  That I’d read Seemed to have flown  Right out of my head I talked way too much, Let my guard down Enough to create  A scandal in town One girl told me “The boss wants you to wear a short skirt” I used to wear long salwars and didn’t flirt I felt completely miserable Coz at heart, I was still a prude Not interested in getting friendly With this creepy old married dude. When I went back to college I complained to my HOD Who seemed to think I was making a mountain Out of a molehill, And she smiled benignly at me. One of the teachers  Came to my house And tried to tell me I should complain  Against my boss, the louse! I wanted to have no part in it Since by th