Run away from me, fella..
Tuck away to a corner, or a groove
I’ll still find you right there,
Just to shackle your every move
Will I die within an instant,
Or will it **** me slow,
Everyone’s still stuck at a question
What will it be? A Yes or a No?
‘FEAR’ is what they call me!
I have stopped to be a feeling,
What remains at the core though is just the ambiguity,
I’ve already lost my meaning.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
Be it the Bible, or be it Grey
Each defines one of us, be whoever you may!
Behold a leaf, or behold another
Beyond an age,
Won’t learn it any better
Just more will it fray
Still turn all pages around,
One after the other
And at the end will I disclose,
That you were at the cover!
A meagre little advice,
Time would always be scanty
But so would be your knowledge,
If you rush it like a handy!
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
With every single, came many more
Since that line I sketched faded,
with every tear drop my eyes wore!
They would bring the calm
They would bring me the peace I thought
but the diminishing line could give me nothing
Only pain and more agitation it bought
Just as my paint vanished
So did the tears
Drought is what I awaited
For me, that only, was what my fate hath!
Just then,
Did my heart skip a beat and asked
What new puddle did they all form?
Trickling down the same path!
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC