Walking alone
In my dream land
Wandering or playing with squishy sand
I'd rather be ashes than dust
Alteast someone can hold a emotion with it
Settled deep down in the end of the sea
Calm and feel free to breathe
Flowers have there signature scent
But in my case I always try to hide the dent
My life sat ruminating the existence of my nature
Continuously moulding me to its caricature
People are tired
As well as sick
But we don't listen to them
Until they stick
I find my inner self
In the form of shedding raindrops
I can hear the base drums
From beneath their crystal white outside
They suffer they can't restore
But ending your life
It isn't always the cure
Rushing pain inside your body
Can't make you feel alive
Taking dysthymia pills
Can't ever make you disappear
from
this world in which you don't want to live
Chocking your throat with a little
piece of cloth
Can't make you feel better
So why is it wrong for you
To come out in the light
And we can live together
Presence of mind is vaugue
Dont want to get a touch of reality
Insane is your cruelity
You show to yourself
Burning desires
But low blazing fires
In your heart
Do you feel it beating aloud?
Till your head to feet
We see many people quitting so early
They have reached till the end
But they make Their untouched success due
Soul inhabits energy
To bring a emotion of optimism back to life
The right start
But the wrong time
Right reason
But a wrong crime
The right script
With a wrong line
And a piece of you
That was never mine
Mundane
Dull and not exited to express
Thats an art of letting go
To bury it and suppress
We fall too fast
And collide so hard
Like streaking stars
In the heaven
Of broken hearts
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After Life
Poetry"It's impossible" Said pride "It's risky" Said experience "It's pointless" Said reason "Give it a try" Whispered the heart
