Life is dull, where should I say
For there are poets, who only see the day.
The dawns mean a lot, but dusks are a part,
Where should I mention, I’m falling apart…
I am not me, myself I seek,
I’m hidden and I know where, but there’s not a place where I
can weep.
And I want an escape, which could blindfold my eyes,
As I need to forget for some time, this girl who alive-dies…
There’s a reason,
there is not,
Maybe I’ll tell you, if you want…
But I can’t say it all to you, except to this heeding sky,
For it has been there for me, to see me weeping till eyes
get dry..
And there are fortunes, and people will talk about..
But there are omens too, like the ones that broke me apart…
There’s a fear , that’s infinite…
And what is it, in my heart, I hide..
I’m every ‘someone’, who’s going through this pain,
It’s buried deep inside, and we never let it stain…
We never let it come out, we never let it shout..
Still you’ll ask me why I write it, and still not say what
is it about…
Well it’s all for breathing once,
it is not meant to
stay in hearts….
Still I know that time will suck my grief,
I write for all those
who don’t get this escape, and have to bear these times till they pass…
