Have no idea
what to really ink,
Having potpourri of emotions,
and perhaps piled up feelings too.
Have no path to walk on,
still turning on the lane of hope.
Words don't spill what I really wan't to,
nor does my silence.
Patience leads to bliss,
and days of halcyon moments.
Now, I'm waiting for a moment,
for someone to hark me,
understand me,
and never lets me go any wrong way.
I'm tired,
really tired,
yelling and calling help,
I'm losing hope,
It's time for me to kip.
It's time to bury all emotions,
feelings, yells, and patience too.
It's time to bury the corpse,
corpse of zilch demands!!!