A Taste of Society

I stepped inside..

The voices made me do it!

The voices in my head said the same thing as they did!

They’re screaming at me, and I don’t know why!

I’ve been trapped in a room with no escape.

They make me fear myself, hate myself!

And I don’t know why!!

I’m suffocating in this room but there’s no escape!

I’m scared of this place I’m in!

But no one cares.

They  say I belong here,

But how can they expect me to know where I belong when I don’t even know who I am any more.

As I entered the room,

I lost myself completely…



Stuck in a glass box in the middle of the city,

hundreds of people walk past me every minute,

Yet when I scream none of them hear.

My hands are bleeding, my throat is sore.

freedom feels like a foreign luxury that I could never afford.


How does it feel to wake up every morning,

Knowing how the day will drag on?

How can I express,

Living everyday knowing how worthless I am?

How do I fight the demons within me?

The dark thoughts inside my head,

Capturing every part of my soul,

Breaking me more and more,

Day and night..

Every breathing moment of mine.

How do I fight them?

What am I supposed to do,

When you laugh at my misery and tell me “it was just a joke”?

How am I supposed to believe you when you’re the reason I’m hurting?

How do I pretend to be alright,

When all I want to do is disappear into the shadows;

To realise, in fact, I am one of them.

Lurking around, disappearing into the darkness

How do I smile,

When all I crave is the sweet touch of a sharpened blade against my skin;

The warm, tinkling feeling of blood running down my skin?

What do I do when the only thing that calms me is the thought of lying unconscious in pool of blood, knowing there would be no tomorrow?

The only kind of pain I find solace in.

When death feels like the only comfort,

Do I extend an arm?

Or do I shiver at the thought of what it may do to ‘my loved ones’?



Little star

Little star shining so bright in the night sky,

looses its shine in the morning.

Little star,

bright and beautiful, yet just a tiny dot of light in the night sky.

Obscured by clouds, it stays hidden.

Lost in a blanket of stars, it goes unnoticed.

Little star burning with all the fight it has within,

eventually burns to ashes.

A heart full of disappointments

She lured him into it.

Cast over him with her beauty,

He fell for it.

She prayed for it day and night.

When it finally did happen,

A heart warming smile was exchanged with an evil grin of accomplishment.

Here a story began,

There, a heart shattered and scrambled on to the floor, into a million pieces..

The sun, the moon, the universe and it’s secret rivalry..

Have you ever thought that perhaps, the sun and the moon are lovers?

The sun, shining its light upon the moon so that its never in the dark.

Or maybe, its just an affair,

As the sun goes home to the ocean every night,

but the dark forces of the moon compel it to engage the ocean,

with a spell of love and take control over it.

To perhaps take revenge from the sun,

for taking away the darkness from the face of the earth.

The Earth: the only thing in the universe that the moon wants to engage in,

the center of it’s universe..

The Earth: In love with the sun of course, loved by the moon..



How is it that the moon is surrounded by darkness and full of flaws yet we desire to touch it, we admire it for its flawed beauty but we fear the darkness within us and despise ourselves for our flaws?

God of small things

” We are prisoners of war. Our dreams have been doctored. We belong no where. We sail unanchored on troubled seas. We may never be allowed ashore. Our sorrows will never be sad enough; Our joys, never happy enough; Our dreams never big enough; Our lives never important enough to matter.”

– Arundhati Roy

(The God of Small Things)

Fantasies of life

Isn’t it sad that we act like we don’t care and that we’re unbreakable, but in reality we’re so fragile & vulnerable that we’d shatter any minute & the world wouldn’t know because we’re so good at being invisible?

And the only thing that keeps us going is our big vision of the future, where all our hopes & dreams would come true. Then again, shattered in time. When we realise our dreams are merely fantasies & life’s a big fat lie. When realisation strikes, the end of world arrives along with the end of us.

Beauty behind Sorrow

People often misjudge me for a sadist when I say I love vulnerability. It’s not that I like seeing people go through stuff, I just feel that a person is himself when he’s sad.

As human beings we always let other people influence us, when we’re happy, angry, or whatever.. But when we’re sad, we only listen to ourselves and what our emotions say. And its not like we let our emotions govern us, we are what we feel. Sorrow is a very beautiful emotion, but it’s depicted as a negative energy because we fear ourselves. We’re scared to reveal our true selves to a world full of people who act like they’re tough but in reality they’re hurting too.. As John Green once stated “Pain demands to be felt”, I personally feel that pain makes us feel alive, if it wasn’t for the heaviness we feel in our hearts, we wouldn’t cherish and treasure the moments we live today . Sorrow and Fear are the two emotions that go hand in hand, everything a person does is because of fear, it drives our world round. But all we want in life is happiness, the one emotion that habituates one to being fake.