I am not listening the rhythm,
I am not liking the
surroundings.
My shoulders are
tired of my own weight.
And air around me
making me suffocate.
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.
