These signs always come in way, Why do they come, Why do they mean something, These irritating signs, Those indicators which hinder your freedom, Freedom? Why there's freedom, Signs,why they always **** the thrill, Floating around like butterflies, But irritating, Is it real or delusion like yourself.
The way you say, The way you lay The way you live The way you walk, The way you talk, The way you feel, The way you smile, The way you lie, The way you cry, The way you love, Wish i know. I wish.
You strung my heart strings, That had long covered in dust of belief, Belief that you exist, But like you,that dust is been floating around,which cant be grasped, That belief, Is gone You struck those strings of space and time, Making life slower,sluggish,frozen Like the heart which will be shattered, Which you didnt know about.
What do you feel, Intuition,love,pain or just,loneliness, What do you feel, Not able to feel,confused? What do you wanna feel, Yourself or that person, What did you felt, Humor,or a disability, What did others felt, Does it matter?
Beats your heart, Melodious your brain is, Beats those around you do not match,but sure make a melody Break your silence,make a beat out of beats and sing out of those melodies.