What do you do?
When things you've feared
Finally start taking shape
Which way do you choose?
To escape it,
And keep yourself safe.
Don't you feel nauseous?
When it engulfs you
And there's nothing good
Left for you to stay

Which way do you choose
To escape.
To keep yourself safe
.

I can't undo anything
I can't un-ring the bell now
I can't mould how I feel now
I feel it with all my soul
And all my energy
I can't push it in now
They appreciably increase somehow
The circumstance don't explain
How I feel
But now I just sense every bit of it
And it is coincided with every cell inside me
Maybe they are echt
Maybe they just fill the void
But I can't let them go now
I can't unring the bell now
And never will I be able to,
Understand when they erupted and how?
The eruption has penetrated deep concern
And care for you
And now I can't **** it out
The oblivion distance slides in
We try to hoodwink the distance
With the long expressed concern and love
But now it just won't work
Now distant
Might be away someday
But the feelings,
They won't fade away.
They'll stay
And it is happy that way
I can't undo anything now
Feelings are so strong
The question is why and how?

Mutual questions about
love future and live,
these questions we all survive.
digging the answers,
searching for them all the time
searching so hard
defies our own logic at times.

All of it, every grain of it
Is a simple white lie
Well worded, well voiced
And alluringly expressed
And it has pervaded so deep now
It is deceiving
To me it is the truth now
I was cognizant of it all this while
But the soul inside me
Did not have the courage
Or energy to absorb the fact
That I was lied upon,again
So I played it along
Played it well,
And played it for too long.
To live a lie,
To see it in front of your eyes.
Staying quiet because of
The Horror you see,
That will originate
If you confront about it,
Talk about it,
Just accept it.
Play it with a smile,
And all goes fine.

Engage yourself,
So much with reading and learning,
That you forget,
What beneath your ribs,
Is aching.
Is breaking.

It was beating,
It possessed an ache,
It was stitched.
He was breathing.
Engaged in his work,
Wrapping his files,
Answering calls,
7 pm he leaves,
Pays for the bus ride
Opens his home
Eats a crossiant
Sits on the sofa peacefully,
Stitches open,
The ache goes away,
It Stops beating,
He was not breathing.
Police read a text,
Received at half past seven,
"father, I'm not coming back"
Text accompanied an attack
He was not breathing,
Doctors told his daughter,
"He is never coming back"
Too.