Sitting in my chair,  My life Is bland. The mental breakdown is near Then I saw the face of my son. Pillow between us for years, For once, she doesn't think about my needs But I should think about hers, As she's the one who every month b leeds. And I'm an husband, A man should be strong and shall not cry, Though I'm not planning to as my eyes went dry. Once there was love  When she used to call me dear, But now there is no trust, Only an agreement and fear, What will happen to them? So we are just left with blame. For me weekends were good But now those are unbearable, As she is always rude. Mon-Fri is also no good. I don’t blame her for anything though. Yes, she blames me, And in anger, I call her hoe. But not from my heart, As believe it or not I still love her. That’s why we are not apart.  Does she love me? Maybe, as she also bearing me. But I really don’t know. Once we both had dreams, I wanted a post of power, She wanted to become an actress These days we only bri

Burning Soul

How often do you think about your dream?

I feel them, live them many times,

They flow in my mind like a flood's disastrous stream.

Though I only got failures and grim. 

But that burning desire in my heart,

Wrecking my soul,

And reaping me apart. 

I want to be free of this misery,

And give up my hopes to my destiny.

But no!

Not after coming this far.

With audacity I will scream 

Towards that pitch black body afar,

Which is an unending dark and morbid tunnel.

And I won't give in at least not before my funeral. 

I'll declare to that darkness,

'No matter how evil and cruel you are!

I'll fulfill my dream,

Build on the graveyard

Of my unfulfilled yearnings.'

I know in this path,

Awaits nothing but suffering and pain.

For my insolence

Of a wish to gain, Freedom,

From desire's mammoth kingdom.

I wants to change my unwanted destiny,

As I don't want to be 

Only a diminutive part of this society.

But like a fugitive in the Rat world,

I have to endure many arrows

From the bows of the mouth.  

Maybe I got off-guard many times 

With these attacks.

But never for once they had shaken my core.

But in deep inside in the vail of a positive outlook,

There is a deteriorating soul.

Not today or tomorrow, 

But maybe one day I'll become the great man of my dreams.

And I hope, I can only hope, 

In that moment I will also find my peace. 


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