No one to ask if I still feel the pain
No one to hold me when I go fall again
No one to see if I have tears in the rain
No one to bother when they drip down the drain
No turning back now ‘coz there’s no one to complain
It’s been me all along, the weak link in the chain
No one to hate and only myself to blame
And a brutal truth that it’ll never be the same
Maybe it’s true it just was a losing game
Oh, I had all the aces, but fate won it again
Amit Rai identifies as a proud gay man, being partly out (it’s a process!) to his family and friends. He is introverted, loves to write and dreams of travelling to several places while sitting on his couch. He can usually be found at a corner of his house adding things to his ever growing bucket list and wondering when he would get to do those. At other times, he can be found playing strategy games like Clash of clans. He is fiercely political and vocal about his beliefs on social media. He is an also an equal rights supporter. He is currently working on his dream to be an author and is writing his first book (Hindi, fiction) that will be out soon.
Latest posts by Amit Rai (see all)
- Poem: There’s No One - September 17, 2023
- कविता: उम्मीद - February 24, 2022
- कविता: अरमान - April 16, 2021