I come here after a break,

I scribble my ramblings with an urban ache

I am drowning in the mortal rush,

Every hour I scribble pain and anxiety

On the walls, of life’s adversity

My life is a deep dark ocean
It rocks my thoughts, unravels mysteries galore
My life is like a thorny rose
Whose beauty I am dieing to keep,

Yet the thorns prick me with the incidents

It can be backstabbing, hate words and even more
My life is like a rivulet
That will never end
My life is like beautiful white dove,

Whose wings are clipped, with no beautiful message to send.
My life is like a song without any harmony

That goes on and on forever
My life is like a lost prisoner,

Who is ushered in the eyes of despair 
There is none left to whom I can surrender.