When light reached out to me,
I sucked it within like a black hole.
How can I now complain about darkness,
When it's the colour of my heart & soul.

My life is a mess & I'm creater of my chaos,
So I blame no one but my life's sad prose.

Everytime I make space for happiness,
sadness knocks the door,
And knocks me out with blows
leaving me with wounds & sore.

I have no longer courage to get up & fight,
No longer the strength to look for light.

Let me sulk on the red room of pain for a while,
Let me cry those tears to fill up the river nile.

Life is a series of mixtapes and cassettes of memories playing on loop,
In my case all those are filled with playlists that belong to sad group.

My problem isn't the world,
It's my own anxiety that is torturing me,
That whirl of air on life's ocean,
That has already sunken me.

Would things be different,
If I was born on the other side of the world,
I can only dream of it at best,
while one day I hope to lower my guard.
And face the world being myself.

© Swagat Panda