I wrote this poem getting bored!!

This is my story A silent life.. Silence it asks me Why are you suffering this strife?

The tale of my life is a song Through the verses of loneliness Every wound of mine opens along And whispers to me of this mess!

Yes, this is my story - Of a sign not understood Of a pain that flows. And it whispers to me of vice, not of holy!

Helpless, I strive to reach the destination Spending everyday in the shadow of death. Sorrow and pain taunt me everyday at rest Alone, every night I lull me to imagination!

Noone, no one is either close or far My only friend is the rhythm that my heart plays at par. Yes, Life is one that’s lived every letter To which dreams are the vowels sewn together!

I have none near to me in the darkness of night And, I feel, in the play of light Lies the secret, to live life.

A wilderness of dreams is this life Filled with prickly thorns is this life Amongst these pricking thorns of my memory I choose And amongst these falling walls I live….

Yawn! I am bored people!! Really really bored!!