poetry – Youthopia

Those Mad Souls

A much crowded street colored with shouts and whispers, noises and honks was abruptly vacant that evening. the silence whispered, a

There’s no use in singing songs of love. Anymore. Here, Men are pelting the weak with stones. Men are razing

ENDLESS Writhing in pain, Of disbelief, The agony Replaced the guilty relief In darkness A life hovers, A future

I weep discreetly, it’s like someone is squeezing my heart out, I don’t know for how long I’ll be able

Turning to the phase in life of a girl When cheeks turn red and eyes go pearl The day each

Time takes facials , From the Deep Dark Night Oh…; the crazy face for me , I borrowed Crackers Conflicts.

Something I need now to envelope myself, And I become invisible to this world, erasing… Fading, without a trace… Somewhere

The clothes I wear are tattered. My life is like this barbarous wind passing by I often perturb about this

Never take too long to say what ever you feel or else you’ll always regret it. I STARED AT

I have always found poetry a tad dry and music a tad frivolous hence I never identified myself as an