Belittled.

LIFE IN GREY: Caught between the blacks and whites.

Under the shadows of loneliness, 

Breathing a moment at a time.

Looking at life so merciless,

The clutter of the beautiful chime.

Young and well composed,
With dreams and hope.
Grey haired,
Dreams ruined into dope.

Wrapped in green curtains,
He fought to live.
Devoid of any gains,
He thought why to live.

Parallel tracks they walked,
Yet, towards different directions.
While his dreams sparked,
He sensed commotions.

Turning worst into better,
With mere presence.
Heavens to tatter,
With perpetual absence.

At a certain point,
Breathless, so still.
The air so quaint,
Without will and with will.

The mass gathers,
The mass mourns.
Amidst all the chatters,
The mass groans.

The gift of life, they say.
Must be used in a just way.
With all the struggles and dreams to strive,
It is a matter of how and where you drive.

Belittled in the end,
We must all leave one day.
Not much about the end,
But about how we opt to stay!