No Sympathy Only Violence

Surviving a storm in the ocean,

or the darkness of the universe.

Here’s a verse, to express an emotion.

One that breaks a heart,

one that leaves a scar.

It’s a dying star

that becomes a wish.

I wish I saw one today.

Day

It shines, it shows,

it reveals the way.

A way out for

tears that break down,

in your empty lap.

A smile that’s somewhere lost,

in the communication gap.

It’s all melancholy.

Nothing holy.

It’s a cruel world and you stand there.

All alone, gazing at the sun,

with your naked eye.

It shows no mercy, no sympathy.

No matter you are human or not.

No matter you are happy or not.

No matter you are alive or not.

The sunshine hits you hard,

deep within.

Your soul craves for more pain,

and the clouds refuse to rain.

What more can the universe conspire?

What more can be furious than fire?

You feel the rage? Frustration? Wrath?

Or did you forget your math?

Who do you think outsmarts us all?

Who listens to our prayers in silence?

Do you feel you are heard enough?

Or do you feel there should be violence?

Only violence.

To live a life of suffrage.

To die a death of an outrage.

Or just survive like a ray,

till the dawn of the night?

No!

There cannot be any more anguish,

I wish!

But, the truth is bitter.

Life is no longer better.

Without you.

Or without me.

The singularity just doesn’t seep

in the minds of a poet.

So the entire world seems like a deep abyss

of an unknown unrest.

It kills you.

It fills you

with the most innate feelings

of love.

But now it’s all over because,

such is life!

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