My Life - Agonies, Hopes and Waits

My life is full of voids

Dug deep into the chest of my existence

Like the ocean resides in heart of the Earth

With its unfathomable depth

Randomly spread through length and breadth!

My voids are filled with accumulated tears

Since I came to my senses and stood on my feet

Streams of sorrows flowing in

From breaches by various persons I met

Converging all into my voids

Filling agonies into the ocean of my life

Have been making efforts

To dry out the ocean and fill the voids

Hoped all the good things coming into the life

Waited long with patience in mind

For moments of smiles and laughs

But nothing good came in ever

A third of life sipped by agonies

A third gone in hopes immaterialized

And the rest gone waste in waiting

Thus the balance sheet of life

I oversee, is found to have only liabilities

With nothing in assets

Life so far passed with stars bright

Promising illuminating my path

But disappearing in my need of light

When the day is nearing its end

Long dark night lying ahead

You appeared like the Moon on the horizon

With a promise to hold my hand

Move with me on the time of sand

Filling my dark night with Moonlight

Once more, I got bind in chain of hopes and waits

Which have always been paradigms of my life

I found myself unable to say yes or no

To this new development around

Even with my bitter experiences so far

I held your hand with a new hope

Because you appeared someone I never found

Still promised Moonlight being far away

Life again kept in pending neither to be sad nor gay

You treated me like a fuel to keep you hot

For others enjoying your body warm

I am unable to keep awake waiting

In slumber, I find you striking my back with dagger

To serve my blood hot to your lovers

I leave you free hot or warm

To escape from emotional exploitation

I have been suffering all along after we met

O' cruel you!

Ignorant of fragrance of love

Moved on to stinking lust of sex n wealth

Through the womanhood

I aroused in you with my love

Else, you were a pile of dead leathers

A nostalgia to onlookers

Had forgotten you were once a woman.

You say you feel sick

It is because of your choosing wild lust

While your body is made for tender love

Leading you to nowhere

Neither tender love which you ignored

Nor wild lust which you are incapable of

So cursed are you like this for ignoring my love 

Today, after we met and you left