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.

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!

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!