Undesired Expectations...............

Deep cold voices get trapped in these bricks,
On which stand the walls of my glorious future,
Promised to me.

One dreadful night and I see cracks on the walls climbing up high,
Depth is immeasurable.
A planned race to bring them down to the ground.

Eventually I see the walls fall down on me,
Entrapping me under.
Blocking every ray of light, air hole.
Suffocating me to death.

No path to light,
No more places to hide,
No more ME.
The windy breeze throws a blanket of bloody red mud on me,
Saying its time for you to die.

My last moments are like alms given to me.
So I selfishly exploit them by thinking about ME.
ME, myself, my mind, my soul.
Not even an ounce of the word ‘MY’ is ME.
because everything I have and have done consumed
thoughts, ideals, values, advice and expectations thrusted in me.
Not by choice.

Today, this day has come because I was turned into a puppet.
I have no memories of ME.
It’s as if ME was brainwashed years ago.

Tired and weary I need a breakthrough.
But reaching out to hands stretching to help is not what I opt for.
Every hand there smells of expectations.
It’s either you stand on your own or die little by little.
Sitting and grumbling in your low-lying burrow,
About what life could have been and what it is
And this is what happens when you don’t listen to yourself.

Nobody notices the agony and desperation faced by a person.
Every person has to carry his own burden say wise men.
But what about the appended burden forced to carry,
Called Expectation.
No more, no more.