My mind is full, but empty.
My brain is a chaos, and my
thoughts are a mess. Yet my mouth
keeps smiling.
I'm tired, but my body keeps on going.
I want to rest, instead,
my eyes are wide awake.
The life caring on,
As does the bubble.
Becoming bigger and bigger as the
days become weeks, and
the weeks become months, and
months become years.
The life should be cheerful, but
the bubble is anything but fun.
Like a battery, my energies
are zipped out, and life feels
like a timeless mission.
At some point,
the mission must end.
But at this rate,
It’s just a dream.
Dreams don’t become true.
You have to work for them,
not wish for them.
But working is tiring and
this line has no end.
I don’t know how long I can keep
this act. I should talk,
but talk feels like attention.
My mouth is shut. This is
my mission, not theirs.
This bubble is my life
now. Much more comfortable
than the outside.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
A human by flesh and blood.
A human with thoughts and opinions.
A human with emotions.
A human with unique features.
A human born for a reason.
A human born with a gift.
A human with respect.
A human with responsibility.
A human with care.
A human among 7 billion.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
Red cheeks, beating heart, that's me.
The words can’t escape my lips, scared to look in to your eyes, that's me.
I make you go blind.
You should be together forever.
I make you protective, I make you envious.
You can't hide, I will always be with in you.
I can't change, I will always be a part of you.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
Words, can give happiness.
Words, can give sorrow.
Words, can give aggression.
Words, can give depression.
Words, can give revival.
Words, can give love.
Words, can give change.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 3:57 AM UTC
She was running
Running fast
She was chased
Chased by yesterday
She was fleeing
Fleeing from the world
She was haunted
Haunted by regret
She is gone
Gone in the sunrise
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 3:53 AM UTC
Days will come and days will go.
Days become months.
Months will come and months will go,
Months become years.
Years will come and years will go,
You become old.
Death will come and life will end.
Now, what did you do with all those days?
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
Darkness. So small, yet so big.
Darkness. So peaceful , yet so scary.
Darkness. So beautiful , yet so terrifying .
Darkness. So empty, yet so fully.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC