Scribbled Thoughts

Here is to the cruel world Saneness undiluted in words Proclaiming the demise of a soul Which will not court attention. Life was my wealth Problems my health. Endured myself hardships Never to find consolation. No one will ever notice The absence my soul creates Life goes along fast paced My relations hurrying to keep pace. Have I run my life? Or was being made to run? Here I say bye to all Walked the dreaded path along. Thanks I should say to whom? Parents who brought me into the machine And never taught how to live? Or the teachers who taught the subject And who forgot the values of life? To my peers who kept me out? To the so called friends who kicked me in back? To the employer who fired me out? To the lover who dumped me for nothing? Never would they deserve even this note. I tell you, my self, You were the only one, who was with me, My regards to you, who has started dying, Bear with me this one good deed I do. @allen(20.06.11)

Myself, The Poet Anonymous is my presence Yet my presence is everywhere I see things you too see But different is the way I see. I ponder for the real life, But not for the reel life. The words I scribble down Comes directly from my heart. Poems, a shower of bliss My heart pours out in a fizz. Weightless is my being The moment I finish my poem . Should I make myself known For my readers to feel with me Their vision can be my mission When I paint the social cause.       The poet in me rejoices When you feel along with me My death arises when you Throw my work aside.  @allen(18.06.11)