Feeding On Our Doubts

It is a small word starting with a ‘D’

Though the meaning it holds is strong

A task of security it may seem to be

But, in a second can prove anyone right or wrong.

For centuries, it has been crumbling trust and destroying relations

Just following the path of rumours that spread like fire.

Please believe them without any sort of confirmation.

It has been bringing down hopes from higher to lower.

Diseases still have a cure but doubt has none

Every step of yours is considered as a grave mistake.

Even criminals get lenient treatment upon surrendering their guns.

But what mistake have I committed so as to deserve this estrangement from everyone?

Under such circumstances, self-punishment seems to be the only way out.

Certain people win your parents’ trust on the benefit of doubt.

And then I just feel like screaming shouting to let it all out.

I’m sick and tired of all the injustice and all of the schemes.

If my lies seem to be disgusting then, what does yours mean?

Why should I be the only one to stay awake while you sleep peacefully in your dreamland?

I tend to question the presence of God who sleeps with his eyes open

Questions feel more like an interrogation

And their answers leave you blue and black from within.

Lawbreakers boast fearlessly about their ‘powers’

While the rule makers and followers are just seen behind the bars.

Have I made such deadly a mistake?

That lord has punished me by giving this life full of hurt and pain.

Oh God! I wish I could make you see what my conscience feels.

People just walk with me temporarily.

Very few people know what it feels like to be drowned by the ones you love.

All your goods are forgotten in the blink of an eye

And all your bass seem to overpower everyone’s lives.

I try my best to bode this world a goodbye

A world wherein people wear several masks.

Now I don’t know where we are, although I know, we’ve drifted far.