16 years seems like I lived for 16 thousand years and
I’m not great fan of living now.
I’m not thinking for myself.
I’m freaked that I knew the truth
but I lied to my heart.
I’m unabashed,
due to which I can’t defend
my present from my past.
World is on moon and I’m still in dark caves.
This new year will take everyone
to the new world but I deny because
I like to be in stone age.
This is moment of love,kiss,cry,
rights,wrong and laughter
will change accordingly
pessimism turning into optimism,
wickedness into pleasantry,
Frown into grin,
Enmity into love,
Bites into kisses,
but I won’t change myself,
I won’t change my life,
as I’m fond of living in this dark house.
Dreamt of few eyes,
Desired for some faces,
and I affronted by disloyal branches
of vicious trees.
All problems I found in my lap,
I figured out the solutions but they were incomplete.
This is never ending story,
My world out of glory,
I lost my luck,
I lost myself,
These hopes are ever green but
I’m afraid to bring revolution in me.






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