ANAMIKA : I Don't Write

What is it I lost?
Ages of communication,
Complexities so trivial?
The distractions everywhere.

I don't write -
There is nothing in me.
I don't write -
There are no feelings,
No real self.
Love longed for,
Love lost,
Eternal searching
For something that's wrong.

I don't write -
There is so much :
Beauty,
Nova,
Emotions,
Situations,
It doesn't affect me.

I don't write -
I don't have to.
Why should I?
Is it a hiding from reality,
Or hiding from life?
I wrote into my mistake -
I stopped to get out ;
I don't write anymore.

I lost myself in false glory.
I had everything ,
But it was my fancy.
Its not real. Not anymore.
How terrible it is to love
One whom death can touch.
It's not real.
But there is escape.
I've dreamed enough.
I don't write. Open dreams.
Its time to take flight.
Into something unseen.

Unnamed - A Chemistry Class

Beg, plead
I cry for sleep
In a classroom
On a Chemical Eve

The monotony
Of Chemistry of Surfaces
Teacher, no offence
But its just too hot for this! 

After surviving the blazing sun
In the morning assembly
Healthily cooking
The travesty of tans and suns...

Now to face another misery
Why can't they just
Let us be? 
Disasters of lines and making

I wonder, 
Is this all really necessary?