The Melancholic Soul

By Dr. Darshaniya Natarajan

All are around me; but 

I am all alone into the world of me

It hurts like hell

Not knowing where to yell

Was crying inside a shell.

All are busy with their own works;

While me broken into small pieces.

No one cares me, no one owes me;

No one even know that I truly loved them.

I left everyone for them;

They left me for everyone.

Sorry to disturb you;

I just didn’t mean to do it.

I wanted to be the best for you;

But now turned to be the worst of all;

And for you ,I hurted you the most.

All my love for them had become fake

And it was just as if for name sake.

Everything just got faded ;

In shades of time .

And now it’s the echoing aching soul…

Don’t ignore me.

By Dr. Darshaniya Natarajan