I am about to explode

we keep the pain inside us,

we feel happy too at times,
but happiness seems to be a bad teacher
whatever lesson is found there
we always easily forget..!

pain is magnificent when it comes

we really feel it down to the last nerve
to the last marrow of our bones
even rattling with the sound

of its groans and wailing's

and so here I am again
writing, learning, exposing
the poet of pain unswerving, 

and you may not like this..

I am this poet, 

this pain, this universe,
where you also revolve,
take orbit, where you are
a part of this poem, 

please move on, 

we may have this, 

needless collision..

let me have my way, 

I am about to explode