People whom I loved,
I don't wish to love em' anymore,
Friends who were once my throb,
I don't wish to talk to em' anymore,
People who were fond of me,
I don't wish to smile at them anymore.


A pride that I once had in me,
I've no more,
A zeal for life I once had,
Is leaving me more and more,
I'm perplexed bout whom to blame?
Me, my life, my extensive,
Or my soul?
I'm the same,
But I'm not the same anymore!
For those days I feel loved and pampered,
Life seemed to bless me more,
But I no more feel the same,
But a loveless being,
Sitting at remorse's door!




Wierd is our world,
And wierd are some souls,
Loving and being loved,
Sometimes feels no lesser than a soar.


The world sometimes feels better
without your existence,
And so do you.
Then why yearn for such affection,
That's one day gonna be due?


Clueless are some days,
And so are you,
For numbness rules one inside out,
And it all seems blue


You're then left no more
like a loveless lot,
For so much happens around
by nothing really touches you
Unloved, uncared, unperceived
Hopeless, distressed, empty,
While the world round'
Busy relishing the it's hues,
While you're left spent,
worthless, unquenched
With all your dues,
With all your hues.