The Insensitive Poet

Probably I'll fail, might get punched. Probably I'll also skip through lunch, for these selected amazing dumbs, I might also set off wrong with a few, because, yeah! I am new. I live alone, only the creamy walls are my companions, Damn! I am stuck with these champions. I might fail, worse I might quit. Well yeah! We are living a life real lit. "Eat less, meet more" are my daily chores, "Sleep more, weep less" now feel like lores. There are a millions things to do, but seconds are few. What to do, I am new. © Mohit Jha Disclaimer: All the works are the original works of the author and its reproduction in any kind is higly discouraged. PS: I was traveling while I was thinking all this, hence the image.

I was a dark desolated soul, Mindless hound, a meat without a goal. On a wreary, undying night I met you, For a shackled insane, damn! It felt new. For a face so unique, it's charm had no match, For a while all the burdens started to detach. With a smile so priceless, I was destined to rise. You were the road to victory, now you are the prize. It might feel a funny way to say, You feel like the night yet you feel like the day. I might be naive to fight, 'cuz ultimately I am the dark, you are my light © Mohit Jha Disclaimer: All the content provided here are the original works of the author and its reproduction in any way is highly discouraged. Wish your families a great independence day's week.