A Soliloquy of Pain

Am I born or am I sprouted from nowhere?

But,

I am named Pain with the persona of melancholy.

They say I neither appeal nor appear -

because I demand to be experienced. 

I am not myself!

I take the form of the vessel with more agony. 

I am the shriek that heard in an accident.

I am the silence which break souls

I am the mourning beside corpses. 

I am an intruder bound by fate.

I speak no language other than 

angst, heartbreaks and all 

the synonyms of wail.

I live not in cities nor in villages.

I live in the 'Soaked Woods' -

of the Oxygen seekers,

Sustainable with a waterproof. 

People owe me their strengths 

because I help them conquer their vulnerabilities.

I know the history of the vessel I am deployed.

They blame and bear at last infer -

The helplessness of this formless.

I am the side effect of living, says life.

I complete the lives of many

but these lives only curse me. 

Should I lean to this curse 

give pain to my pain 

Or should I smile with a smoke within?

But I am happy, 

because I have become an integral part of Literature. 

No one is left from the pain of Life,

Even the Pain.