Days pass by somehow
But nights now are a wagon of pain
Injuries may heal with time
but marks will always remain
restless on my comfortable bed
I toss and turn and try to sleep
But thoughts are bulking my head
And have formed a huge heap
The past is flashing its scorching light beams
Tearing me apart, breaking me at the seams
The darkness of my life is more visible in dark
And now I am trying to give it a voice, trying to speak my heart..
                                                                       -Anonymous
                                                   

I AM !

I am stiff but easily placable; 

gritted but anxious;

tranquil but restrainer;

and I know at times I talk nuisance

it's not elusive to comprehend me

but intricate to endure me,

I am aspired but a bit cowed

sheerly mired in figuring me out!