Escapist

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Today again I plan for my escape,the great escape..

How so,my dear friend,my loneliness asked me..

And I told her,look,at the bottom from this roof,if I fall,headfast,

And with the brutal stones, concrete here,would I not escape?

Then my dear friend laughed at me,so loudly that I wished she would be silent for a moment..

And told me,in my ear,darling,you will not do it,till the very last of you is broken,and torn apart..

And I looked at her questioning,why would you think so,

She told me,for a single name engraved in that heart of yours,you still dare to watch another day more..

And I became silent,dumbly staring at her,how did she knew my heart calls a name,

When I have kept this hidden from everyone,so much that I am becoming mad,

And I might be the dirty little secret of someone,if my heartbeat reached there too..

So I asked her pulling her into a corner,dear friend ,tell me how do you know the name that I call,the person I love..

And she laughed mocking me,who do you think stand behind you,when you crumble each day,

When your wounded heart bleeds,when the names you have been called echos,when the foot steps on your chest hurts,

When each inch of your bone breaks,throat hurts,veins glare,body is cut..

It's me,your dearest friend,your Loneliness..

And I ran away,from there,planning a great escape..

But when I wanted hard,I watch her stand there,like a creepy stalker,
Laughing at me,for running,for I can never escape her,she is the beast and I am just a food for her..

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