Many think that the darkness , I possess,
Is a tiny blemish, that can be easily removed,
by the short lived whitening of several faked smiles!
But they have heard my subconscious screeching,
Scared, now they hide behind their positive shells,
To intimidated to step forward, extend their help,
Some are curious, what hides behind those haunted walls,
They have seen the blank board I call as mind, and on it ,
I draw petrifying images of my vividly dark imagination,
the one that makes you gasp for your hopeful soul,
why am I mocked to embrace a near certain death,
and to fear an uncertain harsh reality called life..
I know the world runs on an opposite wheel of time,
Embracing each moment of this uncertain life..
and fear the inevitable knock of a certain death…
I am not bothered by ghosts of past or whats unknown,
For there is a lot of blurriness even in life that is known!
But then they call me as a negative person,
Enlighten me, which device in the world?
Measures the polarity of a human nature,
For me its about acceptance of dark side,
As it lets me see clearly, the brutal truth,
Even in the absence of any source of light !
It is not that I do not rely on a positive scope,
But also understand there is a lot pain as well to cope,
Call me crazy or an unreasonable dope,
Fine,I am the fallen one, at least I am not hanging,
on the edges of a false glistening hope!!