None of you can understand my feelings;
Coz it’s proven that empathy eludes happy minds.
My world is entirely different from yours;
Here hope is feared and inebriation cures.
I do not see any light at the end of the tunnel;
Coz mine seems to be nothing but an endless ordeal.
There are many turns and bends in my tunnel;
But no big leap can inch me closer to that medal.
An expression I no longer use is the smile;
Every second I’m busy travelling hundreds of mind-miles.
My mental blocks can never fall in place;
Coz there are too many blocks and many more slots.
I never managed to become a celebrity;
But every eye stares at me; every spoken word is about me.
I too was a true believer in God like you boys
Until I found that cruelty of life was immune to my choice.
My story is most often found in poetry;
Coz prose can’t hold the burden of sorrow that I carry.
I know that I am wrong in whatever I state,
For I have not been right about anything off late.
But at the end of all this, a profound truth I realise;
That there is no ship that death cannot capsize.
If death is the result of every game, played however well;
Then why continue to rent my head for this devil to dwell?