Why are you so scared? Why do you look behind? Did you just see your dreams being blown into fractions?   Isn’t it suffocating, when your past gives you a nelson? Have you lost the right directions?           There is darkness at the centre of this brightness,          but why do you fear that, isn’t it the only place where the reality is hidden? So where are you?

In real life, there is no time out;                    there is no one to see your distress call. Sometimes the only ones to hear you say            are these dead plastered walls.          There is no point in knocking at his door, don’t scream.       But why are you losing your sense of control? Why don’t you go out and feel the open air. Breathe

Does your vision gets blurred by the pace of the road? Why do you fear the asphalt? Will your feet get sore? I know that you can pull it together,           then why have you locked yourself in your room? Why are you hiding behind your chair?     Do these two faced people frighten you?              This reality is hard to accept but you have to move. Why have you buried yourself? Why are you hidden from the view?                              

There are lessons to be learnt every day          Believe me, most of them are going to hurt.                                   These sadist blisters caused by the cold reality      are what really going to make you surge.                 I can see those slashes, your linchpin being turned in to ashes.          This is how you will survive………. sometimes pain is the only thing that tells you are alive.

Why do your hands tremble when you go near that lock?         I know you have got the key,                why don’t you want yourself to be free? Look at those slipshod clouds soaring above so high… But why does everything else appears to be so still,   why is everything so same?                        Maybe there are certain things in life,            which you can’t see from your window pane.