Poem of Pain

I love this sting,
as I draw red ink,
to write on a cloud,
my cries- silently loud...

This deafening sound,
of my heart's pound,
when it itself does tear,
I love to hear...

I tear myself,
I bleed myself..
I cherish the pain;
Yeah!! I'm insane...



You've seen my smile,
my laughter juvenile..
you've seen it all,
but not my fall...

To recall, I don't dare,
those memories- a nightmare..
Those days bygone,
those days alone...

It was hell,
those nights and days..
I was tortured
in a thousand ways...

The wound still hurts;
like hell it hurts..
on all my days,
even the brightest of days...

To forget them,
I tried in vain..
They just came back,
time and again...




Like the rain,
that hides tears..
Like the rage,
that hides fears...

I too found,
my cover;
my pain to hide-
the perfect cover...

I wrote my pain,
in blood and tears..
I wrote it all;
my pain and fears...

I love this sting,
as I draw red ink,
to write on a cloud,
my cries- silently loud...


-joker-

Poem of Pain : the birth

I cry in pain,
on this deserted plain..
My cries unheard,
my vision blurred...

My tears red,
mates with my blood
and delivers, word by word,
my cries ever unheard...

And thus is born,
out of a heart torn,
the words of the slain-
a poem of pain...

-joker-

freedom

For her, days are not good.
She was captured in her childhood.
She was put in a cage,
but, could u call it a cage??..
No.. It was prison.
She spend her life in that prison,
for more than two whole years.
As for her, hours seemed like years.
One day a boy of young age,
by chance opened her cage.
She took the chance and flew away.
She flew till she was far away.
She could breath the air of freedom.
She flew with the joy of freedom.
She flew over mountains,
she flew over plains.
She was flying over a forest,
when atlast she decided to rest.
She sat on tree,
feeling that she was free.
Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound,
she let out a cry and fell to the ground.
She cried of pain, with a bullet in her breast..
She tried to fly but came to a rest.
She took a deep breath,
the last deep breath.
Her soul leaves her body,
which is really bloody..
There she gains the freedom as a whole,
the ultimate freedom for her soul..
The freedom which can never be lost.
It is the boon from the angel of death..

-joker-

nb:- this poem was written when I was something in between 12 and 15 years of age.

leave me not...

I ask you tonight,
leave me not alone,.

Stay by me dear,
till the break of dawn..


I'm lost & scared,
like a trapped young fawn,

my feeling unwritten,
nor ever drawn..


By the trecherous winds,
my shelter blown..

Except for you,
I'm all alone..


I can't my dear,
without you go on..

I ask you tonight,
leave me not alone..


-joker-