Ninaad Das

Paralyzed by maths,
I am lost in my book jungle
and outside ,
looks like rain
For the last time, I think and try to
write something,
And nothing I could ever write, will help
neither you understand this life,
nor me.
i stepped out to the balcony
unlike i expected
There's not so much beauty outside, in the
lonely nights,
and the stars
lay lost in all the city lights
The moon cant shed its milky light,
pure Nature
is lost.
city lights brighten up my sorrow right
now.
I am all alone