An Impossible Find

Sitting aimlessly near the window panes
Familiar thoughts run across my mind
Tears being just a synonym to the outside rains
Joy seems to be just an impossible find.

Wondering anxiously about the nature's law
I seem to be blessed with a very selective mind
All that is traceable is fault and flaw
Good memories seem to be an impossible find.

Traumas given importance with faith at stake
Negativity all around cause eyes go blind
Hope being a treasure, difficult to rake
Happiness seems to be an impossible find.

Clouded by unpleasant memories that nag the brain
In the web of despair I get myself entwined
Making things complex, life does not seem the same
I guess a happy mind is an impossible find.

No Man's Land

Sounds of feuds, battle inside my mind
As I seek a shelter and a sense of tranquility
Countless emotions, I frantically unwind
Alas! I fight a lost battle to gain serenity.

In hunt for support, to win the missing trusts
I gamble out of luck with some harsh ploys
Feeling crumbled, as a dilapidated iron rusts
All my conscience screams is a defeated voice.

Compelled to live with tears and silent outbursts
I carry the 'loser' tag with plethora, as a brand
With none to support and safeguard my interests
I feel as a war-torn refugee on a no man's land.


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Finally... My 50th poem... Thanks a ton to every reader and voter. You deserve the same ovation that I have got.