Why
must it feel so far when we're so near
yet so near when were so far
why
must it feel so good when it's so bad
& so bad when it's actually so good
why
must things get worse before better
& get better before getting worse
why
must it be bitter before it's sweet
and sweet before it goes bitter
why
does it feel so right when it's so wrong
& so **** wrong when it's so right
why
must we always fight to find peace
& find utmost peace just to fight
why
does the pleasure feel this painful
& the pain instill lots of pleasure?
why
must we hate each other to love
& love hard till each other we hate
why
must things fall apart to fall together
& fall together just to fall apart?
why
do we depart to meet
& meet to depart?
why?
Why
must we hold each other just to let go
& let go just to hold each other?

I had a billion words to say
a billion emotions to express
a billion burdens to dump
a billion manacles to unchain
uncountable encounters with pain
I had a gruesome past to escape
the taunting memories it brought
So one day I caught chalk & wrote.
& that became my very first poem
a billion happy sad stories to tell
tales of how I've been through hell
scary nightmares to overcome
& someone in the wait to become
so I held on the rope of my talent
and I started to rhyme, with time
some people claimed I'm a poet
I had nothing to tell them I was
So I became what they saw
but deep within I'm just
the troubled soul and
a combat fighting wars...
battling a madness
and this is just
my dose...deep
within I'm still
who I was.

are too fixed
to be broken
*others too broken
to be fixed

That's what I do best
I'm a hard ground awaiting
so only fall if I'm worth the pain
knowing I might not catch
you on your way down
I break hearts
*I won't break your fall

said all songs come to an end
had never listened to this
everlasting beautiful
melody of my
melancholy.