Addiction

Addiction. It is strangling me.
Addiction. It is ruining me.
Addiction. I can't get rid of.
Addiction. The inevitable truth.

"GOOD-HEART"

My "good-heart" what should I tell you?
You are not so good at heart as you used to be.
I don't know what terrible thing had happened,
That our hearts were broken; no you broke my heart.
Whatever I do, you measure me in the scales of
Standards you've built for yourself.
"There used to be a great something between us";
Now it is broken; in vain I try to join it getting hurt everytime by you.
Why my "good-heart" have you become "hard-heart";
That you call my heart fake and shameless,
To love you even after the hard times you've given me?
Oh "good-heart"! I don't want to prove myself before you,
For anything; I hope against hope that you will stand in my shoes
And understand my heart.

Emptiness

My source of creativity has dried up,

Emptiness prevails the head and the heart,

I roam around with no particular goal.

Why has life become so boring all of a sudden?

Like a barren land, it has become hopeless.

I don't know what I do and what I think,

Days pass by, just like that.

I wonder why I'm here with no purpose!

I try to do something, but get attenuated,

Its getting my nerves, but I don't feel tensed;

Instead I feel tired and empty.

I want to run away from everything.

I don't like the world the way it watches me.

I don't like the way some think about me.

I want to say, "I don't give a damn!";

But I can't...

I seem to have lost myself, my consciousness, everything,

Where are those things which I want to keep going?

Where are my aim and purpose;my

Dreams,aspirations and realities?