I may be nice
I may be lucky
I can take care of myself
I am matured enough to enjoy life,
No matter how hard I try, I do cry…..
Being nice isn’t enough,
Being lucky is not sufficient
Taking care does not include caressing
Lacking sense of maturity that life is enjoying
No matter how much I hide, I do cry…..
When I think about being lonely
When no one is there to talk
When no one comes to disturb the silence
No matter how hard I hide, I do cry…..
The shivering increases impatience
Loneliness shows reality
Communication returns echoes
And silence is cacophonous….
No matter how much I fight, I do cry…..
The abundance of feelings becomes flooded
The existence of ‘being’ is loaded
The random thoughts quarrel out loud…..
Even the sky has only single cloud!
No matter how hard I fight, I do cry…..
A simple song haunts your day
Heart gives out SOS – the Mayday
The eye site becomes blur…
Without prior warning, two drops occur
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