Pain, is the deep rooted tragedy,
Making me go insane,
This mundane, and thwarting desires pull me off reality,
I am in love with reality.

The deep tragedy, grows in like a virus,
And you keep become something of a monster inside,
There is a great divide between your morals and your actions,
That you surprise yourself and hurt others.

This deep rooted tragedy has gain it’s water,
You’ve water the seeds and let it grow,
And now you bow to it, as it keeps you dependent,
But, you wonder how are you gonna pull this pain out and live independent.

The tragedy lurks behind you, making you sleepless,
Making you joyless, insane, little do you know,
That you’ve turned into a monster,
Chewing it’s grouts at people,
Resenting their lives,
This world,
This reality.

Then one particular day, something or the new drug called love comes,
Fills you with love and eradicates the pain,
But you’re too stupid to let love in,
Love is a poison,
It seeps inside, and grows,
You feel loved, taken cared of,
Then this wild virus, seeped into your soul, heart and mind,
Takes over you and this is the new pain in your life.

Monsters you’ve become, letting love and pain in your heart and veins,
Monsters, you’ve become chewing your resentment and cruelty to the world,
Monsters we are punishing the world for our heartbreaks,
Let go, remain unattached, don’t let pain, love, or any other thing enter.

© Ashraf Shaikh