Pain

Hello everyone. Please accept my warm greetings. I have a new poem to share.

                                           Pain

                                    What do you think is pain?
                                     Is it the tears for the loss of a near one?
                                     Is it the fear of being exploited?
                                     Is it the guilt of being treated as pawns?
                                     Is it the helplessness of dying uncared for?
                                     Is it the longing to see the smile of your newborn one last time?
                                     Maybe the world around isn't able to understand your pain.
                                     From today, the world shall know pain...

                                      I borrow the last line from a much known anime, Naruto. I hope you enjoy it.

                                                                                                                     - With love, from Shadow.

Half Dead,Half Alive

Hello everyone, please accept my warm greetings. Its true that I haven't been here for long, or more accurately, haven't had the courage to put up what I kept writing in here. But I am back.
Its a new poem. Hope you all enjoy it.

                                Half Dead, Half Alive

                    Am I dead? Or alive?

                                                In this world full of lies,

                    Does it even matter, in the least?

                                                 Or is it just a lustful disgrace.

                    Does my life have any value?

                                                 In a world, trapped in a vicious loop,

                    Is it just my lust to live?

                                                 Or is it my obligation to die?

                    Should I really blame the world?

                                                  Or is it I who should take the blame?

                    I am half dead, half alive,

                                                   Yet maybe I am not obliged to die.

                    But to endure every suffering,

                                                    In this cruel world.

                                                                                                  -With love,

                                                                                                         From Shadow.

The Departure

The Departure

A faint smile, pale eyes,

          Trembling hands, withering heart,

Searching for those caring hands,

          Left alone in this strange world,

Without a grave to die,

          Without tears to cry,

Without a heart to feel,

          Myself lying nearby…..

-          With love, From Shadow

Farewell

Farewell

Farewell, my dear friend, 

To all your memories, 

To all the time, you were mine, 

To all the time, when there was

Only love between us, 

A void separates us 

As you flow away into the unknown, 

Far, far away from me. 

I still remember you, my dear friend 

I hope you do remember me.  

With ️ love ️ from Shadow 

Alone

Hello. Greetings to all.
So I am here after a very long time.
Had been a bit busy.
So here goes a poem I wrote recently
                    Alone
I am alone, 
A deathly silence echoes through my mind 
I feel engulfed by my own loneliness 
As time flows by, 
I am alone, yet I am not 
They are always around me 
Stalking me across every dark alley
Peeping from the shadows, 
Crying for peace, 
They live in a world unknown to us 
A void, deprived of any feelings, 
I look around, round the corner, 
Across the dark alley, into the shadows, 
I realize I am left all alone........ 

The Mask

The Mask

The mask hangs on the wall,

It stares at me from there,

At night, the jewel on its head glimmers;

In the darkness, its eerie smile flickers;

We both stare at each other,

We try to reach out to each other,

But as sleep overcomes me,

The mask hides away in the darkness of the night.

The Little Doll

Hello everyone...
Lets explore a different view of a toy popular with children......... Doll ....

Like always, I am always ready to peep into the dark side of this.

                                     The Little Doll

               Pale with age, Devastated with hate,

                                                    Dirty with carelessness, Devoid of life;

               Eyes dark, The once cute smile broken,

                                                    An eerie deform makes up the face;

               The hands turned at a weird angle,

                                                    A huge crack is now what defines the small palm;

               The musty smell, rotting into the lungs,

                                                     The little head, broken and hanging;

                                    It was a little doll

                                                                      I don't know what it is now......