Life Of Morose Soul

 Always someone kills my happiness of coming home, 

Just like other kids I love to play with my parents and roam,

I always wish they deserve a better kid than me, 

Who obeys my mom's words and is disease-free, 

Since a kid, I played many tricks to run far away from this hell,

I had prayed to God so deeply that I truly wanna dispel,

Being in a cosy home they judge me as if they rule this universe,

By accepting unloving wishes; I hurt my heart that leads to curses,

Am I really bound to be in such a kinda fate? 

If the answer would be yes, then I surely hate...

Can I cling to someone to wipe the tears which I bleed from my eyes? 

I learnt that no one is permanent when the time arrives they all fly,

Then if everything is temporary, why should I suffer much! 

Being matured enough every time in life can't make a clutch,

As everyone even I crave peace from this depression,

Reaching out for open arms but realizing nobody is here leaves an expression,

Bearing an ocean of love, clouds of pain and regret on people,

In my own darkness, I'm slowly fading away with feeble,

My birth was red and sunny, but my life at present is blue and grey,

I wonder why emotions always make me prey?