Ambitions killed alive

If I say 'Yes'
Echoes back 'No'
If I consider a beginning
I am asked
'How come you?'
I surrender to the time
And enter my grave
Upon my own feet.
Here the lid is ignored.
Faces don't even peep.
But some do
Either out of love
Or maybe duty.
To curse, to question
To remind me of my duty.
I get up
All zombied
To look at a town
Of elite.
Where things appear
Which are not.
Where mundaness
Is the only call.
More I think of life
More it kills me from inside.
And I wish for some deadly disease
I can't live with time on freeze.
The patience is still there
But I can feel it
The death of my golden hair.
Bit by bit I die everyday.
Probably I miss the life
I miss today.
Graves get boring if
You are still alive.
Life seems venomous
When ambitions are killed alive.

Written by - Surbhi Rohera