Burning,melting like a mould of wax
taking up a shape the world wants to see
Everyday i wake up and put on a mask
Will i ever know who is the real me
loathing the face i see in the mirror
I lose this battle with my inner demons
The world opens its jaws to devour
turns stone-deaf can't hear the soul which bemoans
Apprehensions and self doubts linger
Looking back i wonder where did it all go wrong
desperation and confusion slowly overpower
Lost in thoughts,i break into a melancholic song
I Dreamed of taking the road less travelled
even before i realised i was lost in this insane crowd
heavenly detours were waiting to be unraveled
but i was blinded by the dazzle of the enticing new world
There are false promises and shattered dreams
All i need now is some sort of reassurance
my faith is shaking like an earthquake it seems
Reality is hard to face how i wish to always be in a trance
P.S. Okay i am very bad at this and somehow i always end up writing sad poems but i had to write something to keep my blog alive .On a lighter note i am sharing a little incident about this punjabi guy in my office.This guy has a bengali friend who always accompanies him to a tea stall near his place.The bengali friend helped him learn a sentence in bengali "mashi 2 to cha" which can be translated to "aunty 2 cups of tea please".It so happened one day that the punjabi guy went alone for tea and on that unfortunate day dear mashi ma/aunty ji was not present and a little girl was at the tea stall.So our punjabi munda goes and utters the sentence which he was rattofying on his way towards the stall without even underatanding the meaning.
punju to girl:"mashi ma 2 to cha"
Girl:Stands still with a perplexed look
