My Dark Room

By V. Karthikeya

On to the night of dark, broken up the vase of dreams

Under the broken lamp, letters made up the loser poems

I happen to called up lazy, staying in the room

But I spoken hard with words in my scary room

People look down to me even with their words

That was the time I came up with beating stories

Papa, mama called me the son of blind

It was the time I became hero of the dark

People was showing of their bid of honour

While I turned off the lights to show bid of my scholar

People of honoured were under the drops of rain

While I was staring outside from my meshed window

They started to annoyed me

And I was blessed to annoyed

People around me started to think i am insane

So i started being insane

While people are enjoying in the bright light

I was at ease in my dark light

Members of family started throwing stones at me

But I am blessed drops of rain on my head brought peace

People started travel to see the world

For a word it was my daily duty

People stood up taking pics of new world

And I sat in my chair drawing up the pics of my universe

While world is searching the stories in light

I kept up creating my stories in dark

While their stories came in to light, broken up the hearts

Stories of dark took them to new world of arts.

People started spoilers on me, my stories

As they are becoming light

Again I am in to my dark, staring outside the window

This is the time said the dark, I faced up on media

People are banished along with their spoilers

I unknowing banished my room with success

Light surrounded me as I closed my room

All of sudden I have found the hope in its room.

Picked up the umbrella to explore the rainy world

But this feeling pushed me in to deep sadness.

Cause while I was out in rain

People stared at me as I was a weird man

They started calling me coward

But I was able to tackle it with my inner spirit

Over and Over people started pointing me

I was buried deep down from bullying by people.

People are so harsh, pointing on weakness of others

I don’t want to become so, I turned back to my place.

The world started rumours again

I started cleaning mess in my room

The light which looked beautiful from inside

Was really a hell of stones outside?

The city of lights, rumours went back to their homes

And me as myself reached back with pride to MY DARK ROOM.

By V. Karthikeya