Prisoner of my mind

usually my night goes by counting the stars

but tonight i wish to see a shooting star

to take me back to the time when my life wasn't this marred

back to the time when my life wasn't this scarred

i'm a convict of my own action,mislead myself with too much devotion

now i reap the consequences of my imagination

i tried to do all i can to make it all happen

but as i heard from Forrest Gump ,shit happens

and i dont blame it on u either for not keeping it together

none of us are gifted to control the weather

whether i tried my best or did my worse

we just never happened as if hexed by a curse

people search for happiness, so did i

but its hard to wake up from a dream so glorified

i'm caged in the prison of my mind

just can't find enough courage to let you leave

just can't let you free from the dreams i weaved

i was a fool to take you for granted

i just took u as an object that i always wanted

that was my mistake, its just me floating in my dreams

that glittering thing is not always gold, everything is not what it seems

i take my words that hurt you, take it all and put it in a garbage

i dont want to think this is all staged

this is the best way i can tell it everything in one go

but still i see u as a star in my sky with a dreamy glow.

A short story...

once upon a time not too long ago,

there was a guy, just an average joe.

he thought everything happens by an act of good,

he thought karma acts as it should

belief is what he believed in

didn't leave his small happy town much often

everything went well for him till he left his home

he bid farewell to his family and friends to make a new home

ignorant of the people of the big city and its radioactive ways

he would soon realise not to believe in everything that anyone says

slowly and eventually he got to know the trade of the radioactive zone

realised that there were vultures ready to pick his bones

the person changed into those one of them who were around him

never did he find true happiness he remained always grim

days passed, months flew, years followed

he just kept on working as if there is no tomorrow

got indulged in his work so much forgot about his home

returned back to his home after after a couple of decades or more and found everthing's gone

didn't find his friends, couldn't trace them back coz he was too busy all these years,

all those new faces of his city could never replace the ones near and dear.

probably it was too late for him to realise his mistakes,

now even though he was successful now, there was nobody to share the cakes.