When am I going to spatter?

Between the valour youth I live
They rule the world I feel
Still, I found tears in their eyes
In corners I traced them sobbing
Then I saw the youth in silence
They burst into fire at once
New age youth posses heart
That’s what I really comprehended
Then I explored the mind of mine
I felt the pain of the scars on it
I fear beneath my feeble soul
When am I going to spatter!
In the depth of my poetic vigour
Red fire seems to get lit...

Living In Illusions

Sometimes I feel she is beyond my reach
Sometimes I longed hard to grab her to me
She floated away from my feeble dark hands
To that vast sky of ambitions
Leaving the youthful passions unattended

I had vigorous wings wounded so close
Whooping passion of mine made me leap
Towards her till the barriers of the sky
Years passed, still, I found myself behind
But then, she was found shining like an orb

I realised that the wings of mine were never enough
To outshine her ambitions of conquering altitudes
I realised that-
She’s now no more going to be a reality
She’s now not less than an old dream

But by the time, I retained my consciousness
My stay in this world was about to terminate
I realised that-
I was the only one remained behind
On all these bygone ages of illusions

The sun set-
Gifting me no room for recapitulation…