Who is responsible
for my life of solitude
forced to curtail my thoughts
in the blanket of darkness..
Who is responsible
for my life of imprisonment
unable to give wings
to my humble dreams of my life.
Who is responsible
for emptying the life in me
and draining the juice of happiness...
Who is responsible
for mashing up my thoughts
on the anvil of life
muddling up my sense of logic...
Who is responsible
for my dried up tears of agitation
unable to empty my heart of its ailments...
Who is responsible
for fueling my mind of red hot ashes scorching my insides with its heat severe....
Who is responsible
for scribbling my canvas of life,
now waiting for the other
half of unknown cacography...
Destined I am
to huddle in a corner
and pour out the lava
of boiling emotions..