Slinging scribbles

Lonely is the world, Lonely are you, Amidst the ways, Letting pass more than a few. Love her, love him, Love them, but me; O dear your heart says, Pray, love to me. Strange world we live in, Amorous only for the means; So many times the heart beats, Still, you pretend, be numb to its feel. All bonds breathe gimmick, None stays in defeat; Even a mother seeks to abort the child, Who plays with her precious life. Few realize the truth I say, But naïve like me to accept it that way; For its ages since we lived as a stray, With a heart that beats only for its sake.

i grew up to forget the pain or ignore it but not now.i wish you would look at me,tell me am ignoring my food with a caring voice,for once take me in your palms for half a minute everyday and tell me am the most wonderful thing that happened to you but looks like the water has receded and the time has already passed for another rain!i want you to ask me how my day went and appreciate the fact that am on my own though its not a big deal,i know...i know your struggle is impeccable and its second to none but am ordinary,i hope you know me.i understand you have a job to keep and its important to leave on time but i want you to be home before sunset.i feel lonely and i cant tell you how much i need someone to complete me.i have had various setbacks from the society when  i tried to seek love,i hope you remember one of them.i love it when you share with me  your struggles and how much you praise someone's kids and am sure you will end within their vicinity but i hope someday it will...

I have locked myself in the room, surrounded myself with the shades of my shadow along with the flaming rays of sun that wash my feet, giving me enough reason to live tomorrow for it gives me hope of a new seeking, a different beginning, a better meaning for a weaker sibling! I am afraid to look out of the window, terrified at little noises my resemblances may make, either about me or their mundane happenings. little do i know about the fear that resides within me, the fear of defeat swallowing me, the fear of competition killing me and the smaller details happening with me.  I blow the candle away; close my eyes to accept the deep silence and the darkness, the only thing which appreciates my existence forever with a placid nature. My soul accepts it with grace as the hand keeps ticking and warning me about the lost time it makes but I realize deep within myself, either am wasted as each day shall pass or the other way which awaits mystery! My mind views mystery as hypothetical ...