How shall I tell you?
About a spell that has bound me.
How shall I tell you?
Before the soul dies,
About a spell that has bound me,
About a spell that’s downing,
Any change that is coming to me.
How shall I tell you?
About a fire that is getting quenched,
In the eyes of dark grey clouds,
That I am struggling to face them.
How shall I tell you?
About a soul that is bereft of love.
How shall I tell you?
About an addict who wishes,
To see his own blood all the time.
How shall I tell you?
About a dream slayer,
Who is killing his dreams,
Only to let the fate have the last laugh.
How shall I tell you?
When the story is far from over,
That I won’t stop at nothing,
That I will face my demons,
That I will change,
That I will collect all the pieces,
That I will not let myself die in my own ashes.

......gone are the days,
......when grandma told stories of fairies.
......gone are the days,
......when mom used to wait for me to have lunch together.
......gone are the days,
......when I waited for my brother to finish his homework so that we could play.
Now are the days that I talk to myself only when on office toilet seat,
Don’t even think of others in my life.