Saamir Gupta

My melancholy

My melancholy mourn

Masquerading mercilessly

My murdered soul

Veiling melancholy

(or trying to perhaps)

Deep impressions

Which just their eyes

Left on my soul

Pressing me from within

Stopping me from reaching my goal

Backing off over those trechous mines…..

Why to let anyone come so close by

When they have to leave me to cry

Why those we think make us strong

Weaken us from within….before long

Cradle of our soul we give to them

Knowing disastrous conditions we create for ourselves

Your life your own pose

Can’t be limited to a single one, be it very close

Truth, love, care, passion

Mere today’s world’s fashion

Faith faked, one’s cake himself baked

Melancholy droven to memory lane

Drives my soul insane………

Saamir Gupta