I rank low in age,

I don't share,

You fault me for it,

That's not fair,

Why don't you share?

Because you're old?

Because you are senior?

I don't tell you my business,

Yet I have to prove myself to you,

Why?

You can't stop me,

You made me, that much is true,

But why do I have to prove a thing to you?

Born in to a decision I did not make,

This decision overshadows my life, my happiness, my existence, my availability,

How can happiness be achieved with a limited state of freedom?

Is some freedom better than none at all?

This decision lives each and every day,

When the decision expires how old will I be?

Will my time to be happy have passed away with the decision?

Will my freedom pass away with the decision?

Why was I born in to this…

What is normalcy?

I got a secret.

You have one too.

I do things in the dark and so do you.

When will the light expose what we do?

Dark feels good; but the light is true.

The outside is what you see; but more lies beneath than you see,

Strange desires and strange interests line my mind,

What do you do that is done in darkness and always absent of shine?

Are the desires within or picked up?

WIll I ever stop or get…

I hear four tick-tocks,

Look to the left to see a clock being sucked up by a vacuum

Tick-Tock

Look to the right to see a clock in a cage

Tick

Look up to see that there is no clock

Tock

Peer beneath my feet to see a clock in a lake of fire

Tick-Tick

Look behind me to see old time

Tick

Look in front of me to see new time

Off one pad and on to 1 more,

Loud thunder roars,

Silence is all I want,

Loud noises and improsonment do all the taunts,

My life is not my own I have discovered,

I like the silence so I sit with my mouth covered,

It isn't silent inside my head or my heart,

Will I break the silence or live in the dark?

The silence I keep rattles around inside me,

If I break my silence they will not like me,

I sit in silence; but my face…

What is love?

Is love sharing and caring?

Is love toleration?

Is love a celebration?

Is love learned?

Is it taught?

Is love sought?

Is love a reflection of what we expect according to one's own definition?

Is love predefined?

Is love already inside each of us or do we attain it?

If anger was fire I would be the new sun,

On summer days I might bake the paint off cars,

I would make dry brush even dryer,

I would burn so bright and so intense that it would not make sense,

People would hate me as the sun,

I would definitely be no joke or no fucking fun,

I would be so fiery that I might make the sea boil,

Restrained, repressed and restriction all know me,

why do you tell me what I want?

are you me?

why do you tell me what i can't do?

why do you tell me what i lack?

even when i am not imprisoned i feel imprisoned

i keep my tongue locked because you require my honor

i keep my tongue locked so that your feelings won't hurt

life hurts in so many ways ;so me not saying certain words won't cure how hurt you get

my blood boils as my life…

You threw away what I wish I had

You broke her heart: so you must think you’re bad

To have a guy like you leave she should be glad

To leave someone so beautiful you must be mad

When you’re old you’ll play out like a fad

You took it all for granted you cad

You better learn to be a nice good lad

Heart break hurts more than a tad

Meet the visitor in your heart named sad

Hey Guy! I am Karan and this time I am a little serious for a change. I wrote a poem sometime ago about sorrows of life. Its not that good but I somehow like it. Hope you guys like it too.

So here it goes...



I sit here with a broken smile on my face,

Under the shadows of the starry skies.

Filled with sorrow, filled with regret,

Living in the mercy of the pain and the lies.…