I just don't bleed

They say that you have to take the lead.

They speak of satisfaction in doing your deed

And of deserving the fruit having planted the seed.

But hurt is what all I get...but I just don't bleed.

This wretched world of futile existence, of no need

In their shells of selfishness, subjugated by their greed

For small things of this vastness, how they plead.

On such ignorance, I sneer; I hurt, but just don’t bleed.

Soaked in the worldly vice, yes they do succeed

The pathetic fall for pettiness, yes they do indeed

They think that they think, they think that they read.

How I wish my tears rolled, how I wish I could bleed.

But frailty of their feeble minds, what can it concede?

The brains whose capacity even inanimate exceed.

To the smallest hint of spark they bowed down and agreed

But the rebels, they mock, they snub, they follow and bleed.

Everyone forgot the message that was to be carried

The message to which no one now pays heed

On mere mention of which they deftly recede.

How can I show how it hurts, I just don’t bleed.

So I wait for the day when this soul is freed

So I burn in the fire that I myself feed

But I see the freedom long before my ashes are buried

I wait and only hurt myself...but just won't bleed.

N.

Me, a dreamer?...Irony.

The world, a gross nightmare in itself, says I'm sleepwalking through life...living in a delusion that I call my vision, chasing an impossible dream...of achieving that perfect success, of becoming that perfect MAN...The world mocks the eyes most wide-awake!!! And what else does a mockery deserve but my indifference or at most a sneer?

You and Your Absence

This present, these lonesome times fill the space between the comforts of past and hopeful tomorrow. Thoughts cross over from the scapes of smiles to the ruthless islands amidst deep sorrow. And I shuttle to and fro the fits of desperation, unspeakable bliss of togetherness and sharpest pangs of separation. Sounds surround me of wind chimes and death knells as I live off my days in personal heavens and private hells. But not even want to part from this way of loving you, I guess the feeling now tells.

You are the sun of my little solar system, all other thoughts the planets. And no matter which planet I wonder upon, every thought will still be revolving around you. Till the final rest in your arms when all the miseries will be gone. Thoughts move in circles and keep weathering along, passing through momentary seasons, the changing emotions. Oftentimes, you are with me and my universe seems perfect but as reality dawns, you are not here, nothing is complete. And as I surround you with my thoughts, your thoughts surround me as in a warm embrace. So much of you I think of and my mind runs after each thought not to miss one. Although words fail to express the feeling, but I tried, I fought to gather the scattered pearls of this opulence. But again they are spilled and again...The thoughts surround me...of the life with you and that in your absence.