The untitled sorrow
Cold night and warm darkness summons the fog of desperation,,
Swimming alone in that formless fog, I was searching for inspiration.
Where in a walloping wide world with millions of existence my distorted soul belongs?,,
Where this abandoned self can fit with mental doubts & deeds that goes wrong.
Attempts were enrolled to interact with fellow souls but feelings remain covert,,
Sometime just curse this trembling voice, I never choose this life of introvert.
Those scolds flashing in silence & sight of despair with every greet,,
Deceiving occurrence & lack of self control marched this rhythm of dejected defeat.
The cycle of lying repeats hence pretending to be the ideal person becomes a job,,
Night settled listening to metal & at days wearing that sham smile from wardrobe.
Depressive dark days depicts dreadful demon deep down you wanting that sin to commend,,
But saved by innocent faces of closed ones & a written promise to a friend.
" Your sun will shine & things gonna get fine just be optimistic" they persist,,
So driving towards this new path, I will pretend this dark rhyme never exist.