SAD DEEP WITHIN

It might not appear superficially,

but I am sad deep within,

bruises of knives still exist,

that never shredded the skin.

Still longing for eternal peace,

still longing for a smile,

nothing can make a curve though,

go around the stationary isle(of my face).

shrieking cries had already made me deaf,

I hear no more,

even if you now speak,

I might completely ignore.

Two voices still echo within my conscience,(from deep within)

One saying you are completely right,

and powerful one which says,

Go there now and apologize.

I still make an attempt to be rational,

I still try to ignore my cries,

But now the brain is so vexed,

That all I could take in are sighs.(not the thoughts)

I want to say sorry,

I want to repent,

but my language is so different from that of the world,

That you might instead now become ignorant.

Let's say it's nobody fault,

the levels have been equalized,

I should rather talk to myself,

And get myself sympathized

It might not appear superficially,

but I am sad deep within,

bruises of knives still exist,

that never shredded the skin.

--Ankit Bhatia

10/11/07 10:30PM

MY MIND

Why at moments I feel innocent and shy?
Why at moments I weep and cry?
Why at moments I am beaten by my brother?
Why at moments I am ignored by father and mother?
Why at moments I run away at their sight?
Why at moments they pounce on me and are ready to fight?
Why are my sorrows never shared?
Why are my joys and achievements impaired?
Why at moments I feel alone?
Where have my friends and companions flown?
Why do I feel like a cow tied to a stack?
Why I am deprived of courage to come forward and attack?
Even animals for their companions have much love and care,
Then why we humans stand so mercilessly and aloof here?
We should all try to fill ourselves with lenity,
That is the way to give our surrounding a glint of serenity.
If we improve ourselves we will arrive to a whole world of happiness,
Otherwise the power will remain in the hands of ignorance and sadness.

I wrote this poem in the early 2002. I had a fight of arguments with my parents. After that I went to my room where plethora of emotions surrounded me. I locked the room, I felt like killing myself I was crying. I took up a paper and wrote whatever came to my mind. Although the scenario has changed and I love my family a lot...