My dimensions

Life is as high as it could be,
Living this dream,
Screaming this scream,
It would never end.

Faces from the dark haunt me,
I know someone is out there,
Waiting for me to remove my shield.
Is it just the end?

What lies beyond this existence?
More of this poison to drink each day,
Watching the ships sail by,
sitting on the bay.

My calculations fail me,
My undertaker just nailed me,
I live no more,
My existence is a fable.

In my world of fantasies,
I see her, I know her,
But I can’t hold her,
The image of this world is just a blur.

I run out of dimensions to describe my world,
I sit here describing a point in the universe,
Words seem to defeat my purpose,
As I take my last dose…

A Life, half Lived!!

Faces of incompleteness haunt my existence,
Strolling through miseries,
I come across thousands of masks.

Masks that get us through our days,
And behind them a rotten person fails to breathe.
We cry at night, unable to sleep.

Is this how we were supposed to be?
Looking for a walking stick,
building imaginary stories brick by brick.

A smile amidst a all these screams shock me,
An infant is delighted by reaching his mothers breast,
Are we any different?
The only difference is that we fail to recognize our happiness.

Each person seems to be snipped,
As if the other half is waiting somewhere else,
But we close our ears, ignoring the holy bells.

Life ends just the way it started,
All we learn is that learning kills,
One person is pulled back by another,
All of us keep playing this game, killing our own brother.