Fantasy…

Everything was a fantasy….

Everything needed an excitement…

Everything should be happy all the time…

A Fantasy makes everything happy….

A small problem….

Fantasy comes with a heavy price….

The Creator has to suffer whatever that is in Hell for the rest of his life…..

And He becomes the villain of his Fantasy…..

But for me it became a little severe….

I tried to make—-No—

I thought of making a new world…

I was made villain that instant…

You see…there is a problem with happy endings…….

Villains are killed…..

And so I was killed even before my Fantasy world was created……….

The End……….

Lost And Gone

I was lost in the waves.

Waves were striking me hard.

Paining me.

But I care not.

I floated with the waves.

Thought waves were part of me.

Lost–I forgot its meaning.

And I floated.

Unaware of anything.

None was there to rescue me.

But what of rescue?

There is no escape.

If not the waves,then…..
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At last I found the dictionary.

It just floated towards me.

Kudos to whom it was dropped by.

I found the meaning of lost.

Now–

I began to drown.

I don’t know how to swim.

Then how did I survive so long?

Or do I know how to?

Is panic trying to kill me?

Will my return to conscience
be the reason for my demise?

I tried to force my mind.

Said I know how to swim.

Knowing it was just a cover up.

“Mind over matter”
“Mind over matter”

Well the truth is that

My time is up.

This me,it dies.

And I cant help it.

Hoping that I will be reborn.

As a new one.

A wish that I wont be repeated.

And I am dying.

Not knowing when it will be dark.

brittle

BRITTLE

I stand here,

paused ,

unnoticed,

brittle and unclear,

like an old locket picture,

that was once held dear.

Above is a nebular might ,

millions of dead eyes are blinking ,

i am on solid ground but sinking ,

and still out of sight.

Gone are all the lucky sevens ,

i must try to gamble once more on life,

and its rolling jackpot heavens.

I Ask, God Taken to Task

Enough agonies I have faced

To achieve in life vast experience

Only defeats I have embraced

Beyond the limits of tolerance

As a shattered soul I have surfaced

When will I get God’s benevolence?

Weeps my soul sadly always

Sleeps God showing no grace

Reaps only sadness my life all days

O- God- Please tell me the truth

Am I to suffer only on this Earth born?

Why my path is never at all smooth

And my soul is irreparably torn?

Towards me why you are so uncouth

Making me walk upon sharp thorn?