UNHEALED WOUNDS...

I can see the swarm of people there,
all are aloof and no one is cared.
lost in their own world of pains,
they are hurt and thats the reason they are here.

In the wine of their glasses,
they find their faces unknown.
its hard for them to identify themselves
as they are so aloof, so alone.

They cry out their words so loud,
and burst out their anger filled-in.
they try to vomit their heart out of their mouth,
but keep on drinking whisky and gin.

They swollow every peg of drink down their throat,
and bring them out through their crying eyes.
the tears are not just salted droplets but,
its the pain and grief which lies inside.

People come and forget themselves,
by talking to the strangers they never know.
shouting "cheers" so loud to hide their pain
their grief is lessen and pain is so low.

Some come here because they are cheated,
some to reduce their grief.
some come here to forget their beloved,
and some come here for ease.

This place is a world to them,
where they can do what they wish to.
they are away from this world so cruel,
which gives them the pains and unhealed wounds too...