Another day...

some say i fumbled,
they others said otherwise,
the next time i feel troubled,
i know i cant close my eyes,
for i am not scared of the dark,
or other drudges it holds,
i just wanted to make a mark,
not pretend to be arrogant and bold,
it was because i observed ,
others and followed suit,
that i face what i dont deserve,
and again go back.

I get up another morning,
to forget yesterday,
to forget mournung and go on,
move on, as they say,
but the same hypocrisy surrounds me,
and does not leave me in solitude,
failure and dejection surmount me,
i cant take it anymore

its not about dejection,
or about flavour,
i dont kno whats it about.........

like dominoes

time and again for the enenth time,
i go on fro the dusty boulevard,
that lies ahead in dark mysterious crime,
couldnt have really cared less for the lard,
that may come from my body,
for it is too tired of fighting rebuttles,
defending itself like a rusted peice of iron,
that hath crumbled like any other little-
peice of wood.
as if one had not planned to acheive,
my talents fall like peices of dominoes,
that wait to tumble one after and leave,
the glory it acquired for standing still,
in one place for being constant in its stance,
for it is dutiful not full of glamour or trills.
it sits silently even in defeat.