Unanswerable Nothingness

Everyone outside are celebrating a festival
Each with their own reason and each with some gain
The festival of lights and happiness has come once again
And here I am, sitting in a rock-like chair, with blank eyes
Staring at the graffiti-ed wall.. Glaring right back at me are the ABCs
My mobile flashes green light, the ring tone is intoxicating..
It brings me so close to touching it, but I resist the temptations
How sad is it to feel empty inside? How sad is it to know there's a hole?
I move back and forth restlessly.. Pick up a book and drop it in frustration
I'm unorganized, messed up, lost, torn, lonely.. Would you judge me now?
No poet I am here.. Just a heartbroken teenager with dreams too big..
So I'll let it go.
I will force myself to a huge bowl of chocolate ice cream and grow over it.
I'll let it go. Because I have to. Because I love the book and I shouldn't drop it in any frustration ever again.

First day mornings at libraries

Childish gestures in a library covered with newspapers
Soulless morning blues of coming back to school echoing in broken mother tongue
Composure of the daylight lost in teachers, bright laptop screens flashing on rose bathed faces
Today morning the air is different.. A friend astonished by news about the typhoon
Broken, shattered glass pains two streets away make no sense
Wrapped in our own thoughts and worlds, wriggling and struggling through a long never ending life
We all sit around the library tables to grow into beasts inside with a smile to fool the world
In the reckless age of broken hearts and shattered dreams..
What else can you expect from a novel-less library? What else can you expect from a life which lacks stories?