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!!