[yournichepoet]

The Itch

There is an itch in my brain

I keep scratching it but it does not go away

The itch grows worse as the days pass by

It keeps me restless and anxious all the time

I mess up conversations with my friends meetings at my office, everyday commute

It is ruining my life every breath is tiring, waking up everyday is torture

Looking at and talking to people makes it worse

The itch does not stop, it keeps growing and growing and growing, it will grow until it consumes me

I wish I could not feel

[yournichepoet]

Antonio

There is a feeling in my chest that I could rip my heart out like Antonio, the only difference being that no blood would come out because I am hollow

As hollow as the murderer's heart, my mind is filled with rage and sorrow, a sorrow so deep that no light of hope reaches it's depths and my rage so grand that it may cover the earth and plunge in into eternal death and destruction

The marrow of my being is shallow, as shallow as the murky waters in which my body lays forever floating in this vast dread

(Note: I know Antonio(the merchant of venice) does not 'rip his heart out' I just used it as a symbol to show intense emotional pain)

[yournichepoet]

Kaagaz

Likhta mai inn kagazon pe aisi zabaan jo mujhe nahi samajhti, bas mehsoos hoti hai

Likhta mai inn kagazon pe aise kalam se jo sirf mera dil sambhaale

Inn kagazon mei basi meri duniya aur inn kagazon mei hi mera inteqaam

Sapne

Aaya mei iss duniya mei ek adhoora sapna liye

na bacha sapna aur na bacha mai

[yournichepoet]

Zindagi Ki Patri

Iss zindagi ki patri par nikla mai sada akele

na koi saathi na koi dushman bas ek naadan

sapna lekar

Nikla mai mayoos sa bina jaane iss rail gaadi ki manzil

ruka mai kai(many) jagaahon par mila kai logon se

lekin chal pada mai

Iss zindagi ki patri par jahan nahi maalum mujhe mera agla makaam

bas ye maalum hai ki ye patri bohot lambi aur ye rail gaadi bohot dheemi

Translation:

On the path of such a life, my voice set out alone, neither a companion nor an enemy, just an ignorant man, carrying a dream. I set out with a sad vision, knowing the destination of such a train. I stopped at various places, met various people, but I set off. On the path of such a life, I do not know where my next destination is. I only know that this path is very long and this train is very slow.

[yournichepoet]

THE TABLE

My table is scattered with broken pieces of an unyielding dream, with thoughts of a peaceful past, with laughs of a joyful time

But now the table is being taken away, replaced by something dark and gray

Something dull like an old ship's hull

It is scattered with books from an unknown world, from a distant future yet to come,

from an inevitable fate that stares down the soul stripping it of its innocence

My table is scattered with remanants of my soul, with fear of the future and guilt of the past

Whose table is this?

[yournichepoet]

EVERYDAY

Everyday,

I drown in my sorrow, choking on guilt

I try to breathe in (reach for) happiness

But despair hits me like a truck on a dreary road where I decided to end it all

Everyday,

Jealousy consumes my heart and Temptation my mind

I try to sleep in my dark room inside my hollow body but memories of her eat away at what's left (there's nothing left anymore)

Everyday,

I walk outside wearing my skin trying to hide what's inside

I look at myself in the mirror but all I see is disappointment and failure written all over my face in blood and ink, I try to wash it off but to no avail

So I wear a mask (a mask of a past very I was happy ) and meet people who are familiar yet so strange

So strange that i could forget them if I don't wake up tomorrow