Yanglem Arjun Singh
I don't hate anyone,
But there's nothing left to love as well,
Something's dead in me,
And I do not know where the extinguisher is.

Things just crept over me,
No war could ever be more destructive than the one with my mind,
It wants to believe in every uncertainty,
Doesn't let me quench in to whisper out the possibilities.

Helplessness is not just a word,
One having experienced those darkest of days knows what it is,
Persistent feeling of numbness is as unbearable as a gazillion of heart throbbing tears,
Ever thought how does it feel to be emotionless?
How does it feel to live like being dead?