Unlucky

Whatever I do, I never get appreciated but cursed,

Even if I try to be transparent, people around find me blurred.

I never complained whenever I was targeted as the victim of contemptuous stares,

But today I'm uneasy; I feel suffocated in this open fresh air!

When I look back upon my past with an eager eye,

I find that my entire existence was based on an appalling lie.

The one whom I considered as the best among all my numbered friends,

Was the real betrayer and the culprit who murdered my honest strength.

Slowly I had become the centre of mockery and the pinching eyesore,

I got so much hatred that now I'm having no space within myself to accommodate more!

My little joys and true dreams were crashed and trampled mercilessly by thousand foes,

Even my friends behaved the same as them and I started breathing blood through my nose.

They say I don't react and when I do, they want that I shouldn't act,

All this has left me muddled and confused because the power to assess things, I lack.

I thought that the full moon night will bring a new charm in the darkness I'm in,

But it never helped, days and months passed and people continued committing sins.

I had felt the feelings of true love once which gave me a new hope to live,

It made me selfish and greedy as I never wanted that to anyone I should give -

My love. But it never happened the way I wanted it should,

Her prince came on a lovely white horse and smilingly in front of me he stood.

I can be easily identified amidst a happy crowd,

I'm passive but still my dull appearance is pretty loud.

I may be seen with a drooping face and unhappy eyes in those smiling faces,

I may look like a retarded horse that has continuously lost many races.

There was a time when good luck used to shelter and nourish me with confidence,

But everything is lost today, I'm weeping in the grim world of internal silence.

I no longer have the power and reasons to get back again into euphoria,

But to struggle and lose against everyone and lead a life of intense hysteria.

When I look around, I am hardly able to feel any love and some satisfaction,

I pray to God why he cursed my parents and gave them such a useless son.

I'm unlucky to all those who lie within my reach and vicinity,

I want to get killed, not by their words, but like the way people burn an effigy.

I feel so unlucky because I was denied the right to be treated as someone normal,

I never had some friends who, on every occasion, would not be formal.

I never got a chance to taste her intimacy and a fair share to drink some love from her lake,

Everytime I looked into her eyes for clarification, she always tried to be fake.

I'm not happy in this condition, in which I'm into since many years of my childhood days,

When the rest of the kids used to play with their friends, I tried to come out from this lonely maze.

I was unable to feel any love or affection in those days of my life which were so special,

And I indeed failed to collect any joy for lifetime in my empty, rusted and perforated vessel.