Feeling blue,
Isn’t my sort of thing,
But me is you,
And I’m alone here tonight…
You fill me to the core,
Yet, one blink, and you are gone,
I cling on to your last reminisces,
Inhaling them, till the break of dawn…
I smile, I celebrate, I go on living,
But oft, an oblivious sigh escapes,
My frail heart betrays me,
With tears and frays, it silently gapes.
Rid me of this incomplete being,
I yearn to feel whole again,
I seek you in stranger stirrings,
Walking down the memory lane…
I know now where you are,
Which corner of the globe is it??
What air do you breathe?
Am I alien to it?
Tomorrow awaits me, yet I flee,
For fear of not finding you there,
The road that lies ahead, stares and laughs at me,
I know not, do you love? Do you care?
Yet to me, this pain is pleasure,
The tears are savory when I taste,
There! I see my dreams kissing the dust,
And my sleepless nights crying in waste…
I shall live and die each day,
To see my Utopia beaten to ashes,
I do not seek retreat, for this is my refuge,
That with each passing day, stab my gashes…
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