Echoes of Desperation!

Worn out and desperate,
I lie here, ruminating through my zany desires:
A yearning - for being the best,
The craving: for the eternal taste.

Am I being dishonest to you?
Am I the criminal, for a few?
Well, I just can’t say:
If it is the grass, turned hay!

My life is an abyss.
A garden without trees;
Barren and desolate,
With a swollen and sulky face!

Mesmerizing chiffon-nights,
Upon the long curtain blinds:
Everything… seems to be absurd,
A hole in the rigid mind!

I perspire in the sultry sun,
I drench in the drizzling rain,
Even breathe like a common man!
Am I the desperado - Despised and all in pain!