Is it possible?
Shall I ask myself..
I think and believe my insane so called existing mind wouldn't be able to answer.
But I've went through the same, well possibly a numerous times.
Every dawn, I believe makes me ready for another fight.
Believe me, its hard, so hard, hardly can I give it the form of any word.
Many has known, but none has felt, me I guess.
Why should they, even?
They're not the ones I've lived for, or died each day?
I know, I have sailed through the same, many a times,
Now even the count breaks in between..
I have sailed through, amidst my own willingness and unwillingness waves..
Believe me, many a times, the waves were too ferocious.
How mercilessly, it engulfed me in, and just threw me ashore..
Who would know, my same old fears?
Who would know my long lost love tales and the broken soul diaries?
Probably none.
And, what about the pain, strangely not mine, given by some other, residing in my heart, and thirsty of my blood?
So, how do I speak?
Words crumbles up, it struggles its way out.
But I've strived.
How do I, make myself believe?
The saviour I made you, in my eyes, my hero.
Is the one, to make my soul die.
More and more each day.
Where shall it end?