Smiles are fake.
Identies are false.
Fame is a traitor.
Beauty is a lie,
Hiding a ugly heart.
I am in middle of various people,
All are dancing and all are drunken,
Don't know what are they doing,
Only seeking a little ray of pure joy,
To forget their pain for some time
But unable to find that ray.
So they are taking support of drugs and that strange dance,
To reduce their pain.
Colorful lights are all around to be seen,
Blinking and blinking.
But still there is darkness,
And living corpse of my fellows are dancing.
And I am standing in middle,
Looking at their waving bodies,
Like dancing shadows,
In half darkness,
In half light.
Now I am outside,
That room was suffocating me
To take fresh oxygen,
But outside was as same as inside,
Suffocating me.
I inhaled air many times,
But no relief.
Then I looked at the road,
Leading everyone to that haunted room.
A missing road for missing people.
A road for night,
A road which can only be seen in night.
Oh Night! Oh Night!
Please tell me why are you doing this.
No answer,
I nodded.
And now I am going back Inside.
Inside that room.
That haunted and suffocating room,
To wait for that joy,
Don't know how long I have to wait,
I just don't know.
By- Jestover M. D.
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Feel of Pain
PuisiThese are the emotions I feel. I poured my feelings in these poetries. This is the book of pain. There is a twin brother of this book. The name of that book is 'Song of Joy'. Read them and comment and vote if you like them.
