My Ρσєтяу

Lost in a horizon, my eyes fail to see the zenith.

In my effort to find a way out,I reach the place

where I started.

I know

Whatever was, is and will be offered to me

can never be mine.

All those who remain here, long after I'd be gone.

But,nevertheless I pile them up again and again.

Tie them with threads of love,affection,attachment and greed.

I often ponder,

Why should I sacrifice anything that is rightfully mine ?

I shrug off all my tears, seeming worthless to others

Proudly clutching each insult, hatred, mockery

and vulgar comment that life inflicted on me yet.

I think I'll return them someday .

But to whom??Where??

All around me I see a battleground,

Of the known and the unknown.

Whom shall I bestow with

This cocktail of abuses,

Which I never liked myself ?

Rather I'll keep it all for myself.

I shall treat them as my adorns.

Obviously,I won't go empty handed.

When we meet, thy'll see it for themselves

That I know how to deck myself in all finery

Markless, pleasantly, cheerful my face

shining my eyes with the sparkling ashes of them

And all my poignant frustrations metamorphosizing into

this greeting from my tongue !!!!!