MY LIFE: A DESOLATED BOOK

In the dark midst of fogs,

Stuck between the people's hogs,

Those voices in my head are very noisy,

Hearing to those repeated situations makes me fuzzy,

Promises are made to give hoards of pricking pain,

It makes my calm attitude vex and puts me in vain,

And here I am playing with complex words,

Suffocating to breathe and pleasing the supreme to herds,

Every happiness of mine looks like a sin,

Drowning in the Thar Desert and still being a grin,

Glancing at the trumpet creeper scares me as hell,

Not knowing where will I last and lost within the life spell,

From every life lesson a new character is redeeming,

Making each moment syncing with my name meaning.