IMPRISONED PAIN

-

 IMPRISONED PAIN

I couldn't get drunk even after emptying thousand bottles of alcohol.

But unsurpassable sorrow makes me drunkard everyday.

Even the strongest poison could not terminate my breathe

But humiliation kills me everyday.

Wishing to disappear every minute, 

And I close my eyes tightly hoping to become  an invisible instantly.

Unfortunately, I still remain clearly visible to every staring eye. 


The more I try to be normal and real person. 

The more I am becoming abnormal and fake person.  

You will never understand my grievances . 

He will never feel my distressful pain. 

She will never sense my unlimited insecurities .

I, only know of being an islander who can never escape rimless ocean. 

I want to laugh like you do. 

I wish to dress like you do. 

I dream to be ordinary like you. 

But I can't become like you. 

"YOU" -the normal, beautiful and handsome person. 


Everyday, I try harder  to fit in the puzzle of life.

 Every minute,  I try harder to not to remind  me of being abnormal. 

I laugh when you laugh but it is not the laughter of truth. 

I sing when you sing but it is not the songs of happiness.

I try fitting in every corner of the world just like you. 


Every moment,  I stop tears to run down my cheek. 

Every second,  I command my heart to be strong and face the crowd. 

But, I can't help it now. I can't help it now. 

Send me away. I want to be alone. 

Take me far away. I want to be alone. 

Cut me down. Embarrassment isn't getting over. 

Throw me out. Dirts of sadness aren't vanishing.


Make me invisible for now. The sadness is swallowing me. 

Make me colorless. Humiliation is spanking on me.

Make me beautiful. Flaws are engulfing me.

Make me understand that I will never be able to become beautiful.

Make me believe that beauty is not important. 


Pain is choking me. I can't even cry out loud. 

Why am I suffocating?Why can't I even cry out loud? 

I want to laugh like you. Open and loud. 

I want to express like you. Frank and truth.

I want to enjoy like you. Carefree and bother less. 

I want to be free like you. As light as feather, that can fly in the direction of wind. 

Under the scorching sun. My heart is frozen cold. 


In the midst of rain. My body is sweating with hurts. 

Under the beautiful moon. My mind is bursting with frustration.

Daylight is opening me up to unbeatable pain. 

Darkness brings me a little smile when none can see my disfigured face. 

Only if darkness remains for 24 hours, 

I will be the most "BEAUTIFUL WOMAN"

Impossibilities are the only option left as my WISH.


@ WordShelf

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Unavoidable Commentsts

-
Image
WHEN WE HAVE  FLAWS EMBEDDED WITH US , THE SHADOW OF INSECURITIES FOLLOW US EVERYWHERE WE GO. NO MATTER HOW HARD WE TRY TO BE OPTIMISTIC , CRITICISM FROM THE SURROUNDING PEOPLE TRANSFORM US BACK TO PESSIMISTS. I have always tried hard to forget my flaws of face whenever I interacted  with new people. But the harder I try, weaker I become to face them.  The more I try to ingrain positivity in my thoughts, the more I get the feeling of negativity from the gossips of people around me.  The more I try to remain with ordinary feelings, more it becomes sophisticated with   outrageous comments from the people around me. To remain in one position is inevitable for all of us and when I am travelling with flow of life wind that takes me in any direction it prefers without my consent, the journey is not just an ordinary. I come across multi-characterized people whom I can't even explain why I actually try so hard to make myself presentable in their eyes.  Do you ...
Read more
-
Image
     PAINFUL JERKS AFTER BREAK-UP Attachment becomes disease after your loved person goes away from you. Your heart and mind both crave of his presence which painfully crumples your heart to the extent of death. It tears your heart into any size of pieces it likes, sometimes it becomes boiling water which gives painful blisters to your heart, and sometimes it cuts your heart with cold sharp sword with no bloodshed. Sometimes the sharp needle pricks your brain and heart in any way it likes. Attachment you have for that person becomes so strong wishing for his return promptly. Mixture of emotionsin your heart squeezes every little love from heart to take out the juice of confession that you are missing him desperately but it fails as ego drinks that juice of confession back to heart.  It forces your eyes to search his presence, it forces your hands to write about him, it repels any tasty foods, and your  heart undergoes multiple pains every moment. But the person ...
Read more