Did it ever fall down,
The whole sky all of a sudden.
Did you ever feel like it did thou?
Does it feel heavy on your head too?
Or does it make your mind blank,
Or is it like a fog filled tank?

Everyday I play,
With cockroaches,
Everywhere they stay,
And make me guess.
Where they are today,
When will they come out.
How did they come yesterday,
Why would she shout.
They might think, but Hey!
Could you please not be there,
Wherever, whenever I'm here!

I miss it,
I miss it all,
I'd give anything,
And everything,
To get it all back.
Those days an year ago,
To my friends I want to go,
Hug them tight and never leave,
Talk to them for hours and sleep.
Just those days when we were together,
Worrying less about anything whatsoever.
I want it all back to the way it was,
Present made me realise the loss,
Times when we were all silly,
Recall memories randomly,
Life was only better then,
Golden old days spent,
I want them all,
Whom to call?
What to do?
God I ask.

My hand bleeds to paint,
Splitter spatter here and there, Everywhere.
Wanting the warmth of embrace,
By it's friends,
Brushes of goat hair.
Papers, paints and palette,
All what it would want to hold.
Has so many wishes,
More than "The Hand", so bold.