The mood is pensive,
but beer is too expensive,
finally you have to manage with cold drink,
writing your diary with red ink,
all the night without a wink.
About the things you can't tell anyone,
the things about that special 'someone',
And many other blues,
which give you nauseating flues.
The things in life you did wrong,
which proved you were not enough strong,
but why did it take so long,
to hear the defeat's jarring gong.
Sometimes you were stubborn and rude,
You let your emotions go nude,
And showed the bad part of you,
That frightened your loved ones too.
You lost the love, the care,
the joy of being a perfect pair,
the feeling which can't be expressed in word,
making you feel you are not alone in this world.
You think sometimes life is too unfair,
Everything you had goes like ash in air,
You see it was right there,
And now there isn't a layer.
Then you think of your biggest defeat,
When you were almost taken off your feet,
You had to face so much embarrassment,
because of you misjudgment.
This could go all night long,
But the red ink didn't last long,
And redness has appeared in the sky,
It's time you should give sleep a try.
2 comments:
I presume in this poetry the protagonist starts wriitng with his blood(red ink)..he writes and expresses all his emotions and experience in his diary(which i think is a subtle form of suicide note)..and then with the red ink exhausts(all his blood drained) he gives sleep a chance (death has taken him) and he has no one close to cry for him...so it's the heavenly element crying for him(redness has appeared in the sky)...... leaving this world a monologue of his expressions coded in his diary ...hmm nice work
@ Avinav....I never knew my shallow poetry has this much meaning :P . Thanks for bringing them out.
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