Loner in the end

In life there are many times when we are really forced to think …” why is it this way ? ” or “why me ?”, but we get no satisfactory answers for this. all we can do is sit and wonder how and why this game was played with us, how did we get tricked into the belief that we are actually not alone, there are people to be with us, support us, understand us…
Ahh !! but alas, in the end we are badly broken and led down by those whom we believe to be our own. we are greatly wounded and scarred mentally and emotionally and too with no help , no hope , no more courage.
we want to hide ourselves and believe that all is just going to be fine if we don’t face the world and it seems easier to run away from all the trouble and turmoil even though we are not cowards..its just that we are tired…tired of crying, tired of pretending that everything is all right, tired of understand problems, tired of being sorry every time, tired of begging, tired of compromising and just very very tired of being guilty…..
but we still carry on because we love them with all our heart and soul and it is more important for us to see them happy rather than seeing them depressed…

we take all the dysphoric feelings from them…filled with remorse and sometimes hurt…
So among all this chaos…we are alone…with no where to go…


A letter to Innocence

Dear innocense,
It’s been a long time since we last mingled
And I miss you
I apologise for not being around much
But in this hostile world you could no longer thrive as such
The world you knew the people you trusted
All have gone awry crooked and become rusted
The smiles u carved on the pristine mind
Have become pretentious corrupt and of an indifferent kind
The soul no longer craves pure righteous bonds
Hearts are filled with misery sorrow and woe
My dear innocense your scarcity has made this world hollow and fake
Your glimpse is now seen only in a newborn smiling face
You are found in the eyes of my pet
In my sister’s hug
In my mother’s care
In my friend’s fight
But the hope of meeting you still lingers on
It brightens my day to see you exist in humble forms.