I
have been quiet, I have been talkative since long,
because
my own heart being a Rebel to me.
I
felt nights were trying to be too dark to me,
might
be my darkness asserted with them.
Solution
I see to my every problem is quitting,
but
I can’t quit yes I can’t, because this is so me.
Its
not new to me, it has been always there,
Its
another reflection, resemblance to the old me
And
the people around me, just act too well,
i
pass a smirk and always kept my despair hidden.
What I want? Wish
to be dejected, to be alone,
as that’s how I shall be risen again & again.
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