I am full of guilt and fallen in my own eyes
For me it has no meaning the word 'Nice'
I look into these to find me drowning
amidst the deep marsh of pain and mishappenings.
I am surrounded by the 'furious mob'
which is difficult to overcome and move to the top!
I have failed in all my attempts,
and am left with a thin line of hope!
The stars tell me I would live life, with grace
But on future today, I have no faith;
For I have lost all my brave!
To the clocks with the gushing pace.
My pearlish emotions are bound within
as every one has been unable to understand.
I have no one to express my feelings
But promise do I to my own self
that this one day will flush with all my cravings!
This will be the boy who will top the world
With no more agitation but sure with agression!
Vikram Venkatesan
New Delhi.
