Moonlit skies on hazy nights;
morning suns and rays of light;
Gloomy shades of grey and white
specks of dust wandering in-to sight.

Weekend delights
and Monday blues,
through wars raging
and talks of truce;

With cardboard boxes we sit and play;
sit and watch this world go astray;
Emotions collide in frenzied fray
and eat us inside, they prey.

Memories of my fictitious glory;
I live inside each broken story
And! the images of blood that stained;
Lie stashed away in my heart;
Contained.

All the madness, of worldly gain,
and the darkness of my ever-pouring rain,
through all the happiness, sadness and pain
An unwavering sanity which drives me, “Insane”

By: Viraj Belgaonkar