I am not listening the rhythm,
I am not liking the surroundings.
My shoulders are tired of my own weight.
Might be I am caught in feel of regret,
But I know so everyone else is.
Because a few loved, a few hated,
A few left and some just stayed together.
Old scars are emerging from their place,
& I have concealed the stories behind them.
Consequently I am loving the pain it caused,
I mummer & giggle as no one can know it.
There is a concealed tempest inside me,
Which is constantly shoving me to burst.
And I am holding it to the utmost, I have to,
If not, it will shatter away everything.