Tuesday, 30 December 2014


By: Dibyasha Mohanty
BY DIBYASHA MOHANTY                                                                                                                                                 

Failure is an integral part  of any endeavour.However its upto us as to how we accept it-with renewed energy or self-devastating remorse.
As my lonelinesss stares at me 
From the dark corners of my room,
And the grey cement floor.
Empty hands that speak of my doom.

Those shelves where my toil's rewards 
were supposed to be
Are as empty as fake assurances
Refuting to give way to more instances
 of my failure.

Many a silent tear shed;
Those unrestrained fears,as solitude nears,
And an uncertain life ahead.
Hoping that the world understood things  unsaid.

A life of nothingnesss,
Broken self-promises with callousness.
That sudden outburst of optimism,
Which was bound to fritter.
Yearning for a serenity to reflect on things that matter.

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