This is how it is...

Everything I touch is turning to ashes

Blood is oozing out painfully… of those deep gashes

I feel I have lost the touch of being articulate…

No words that float in my head make any sense

They are either in self-pity or resentful

It’s  so unbelievable..that my love for ink has left me

I start to write… I cry as I have left myself far behind…’coz

Everything I touch is turning to ashes

Over the years…

At every turn of events I am to be blamed

I am weighed by troubles

From my childhood to now

Love, understanding…seem too far

Everything  I indulge goes wrong..

Everything I touch is turning into ashes

I do not see any future anymore

It could be only pain … more soured relationships

More hate and even more hate

Its tough to share my woes…

The wrongs are so in my face

 its hard to smile and let go of the same

it’s a life chosen for learning

it’s a lone journey…

where everything  I indulge goes wrong..

Everything I touch  turns  into ashes