There are few truths,
You know abt yourself..
You hide
Never accept , keep mum,
never say it out loud...
Appear to be one in the majority
But hehehe...
Your soul keeps falling out.......
You straighten it
You scold ; you shout...
It mocks you
Then the Name calling
Nd it walks out…
I told you kiddo
Told you to watch out...
'dat Your restless soul;
That Bloody soul keeps falling out...
There is something about this moment
That has made ur picture hazy
Something set deep in my heart
Something that makes it heavy...
I asked what beyond numbness
What beyond pain
Wat beyond white satin
What beyond stains...
He laughed – “write abt interesting things
Even if your day was mundane
Write about happiness
Or You are writing in vain?"
No I cant , I cant write about a happy job
An abundant life
No I cant write about a new flat
A trophy wife...
"Oh !! u poor , u poor writer
entangled in ur masochist emotions
u can just write about broken hearts
silent tears and love potion"
No wait don’t judge me so soon
I write for what I can’t express
Loneliness became my poetic affair
And silence accepted to be my mistress
Been trapped and cheated and starved to life
Reality was too hard to suppress
I have lost and failed and fallen and choked
The list my dear is endless..!
