Bullets and Bandages

The highest scores would not matter now,
When lessons learnt were tossed and burnt,
The money you make will get you far,
And when life is spent, you can repent;

You failed to open your eyes and live,
The raging storm that you try to calm,
The withered pieces of broken time,
Searching to hide the pain inside;

Those tiring days without a smile,
You hoped it cured but you endured,
That silver line, when washed the grey,
You hoped would stay but it slipped away;

Latch onto a living soul
Next to you, though untrue,
Falsify your living state,
To sing a song that you belong;

Try to hide that vicious self,
Extend your arm for silent harm,
Your empty self has not matured,
You've had your chance for true romance;

Kill that show and look inside,
When all is lost that does not cost,
Or look where you are, your life is not
Those faces around with layered sounds;

You hope for a refill, at a wrong place,
Like waves at a beach, you wished to reach,
Reality dawns a little too late,
You miss those days to choose your ways;

Feelings fly, the mind has leaked,
That ship has sailed and you've failed,
You ignored to work hard then,
Now time and tide are not on your side;

The days went by like silent nights,
Your heart beats stop, 'cause there's no prop,
The effort was brave but the soul untrue,
Not built to last, but that is past;

Moving ahead and hoping is tough,
Clinging to a place, to spend your days,
Trying to figure or not trying at all,
Must be left behind where you cannot find;

The canvas is empty, the day is done,
The coffee's cold, down goes the sun,
My thoughts are numb, the dark crawls in,
My life feels strained, the chances thin.

Sorrow's deeper when its borne,
Worked so hard that I cannot go on,
Hope is a soldier's road to home,
My feelings are homeless as they roam;

I've been there and you can cry,
But happiness is not just meant to die,
The struggle forward must rise a fire,
And that exists what you desire;


~ Pavel Sengupta