Twisted

Lust surrounds us,
The feeling of love for oneself is claustrophobic,
Wishes are to be freed of the norm bound chains,
Feelings of shame; betrayal; loneliness are in the air,
Companions find thyself weirdly conservative,
Wishes are; not to be left alone,
But to be wanted and loved by someone worthwhile,
Someone who understands the need of the hour,
Wishes are always in the air,
They have to be taken care of,
Not to be hurt,
Need of the want to be understood,
To escape the reality of being taken for granted,
To escape the reality of not being loved or cared for,
Happiness that dwells in gold is but a bubble,
Always there waits at the door a pot of trouble,
The physical want never fulfilled,
A feeling of void as perpetual part of physical existence,
Spiritual partners are made fun of,
The butt of ridicule at every point,
Time is wasted,
Lack of will mounts,
All lead to frustration in every field,
Frustration heightened by lack of compromise and co-operation,
Co-existing beasts offer no co-operation,
Only exercise nonsensical rights without duties,
And thus lives on the soul to see,
Another bleak mid-day,
The ray of promise is compromise and co-operation from oneself,
The twisted oneself.

WRITTEN: 8/Oct/2008