the road to hell is paved with good intentions when do i begin to forgive myself from those i have done wrong was i a blind youth or am i truly evil i can only blame myself but i've only followed teen impulses my heart is not my brain but when do i get to claim separation
can i blame it on my youth or is my youth blamed on me
the time when you are just seven the time when you just know odd and even the time when you don't breakeven missing that year seven where we are not mistaken where we are not longing for affection where issues are not getting worsen can we begin again
The sheer lack of lustre in life nothing outside windows, to keep my eyes on it is a wholesome feeling, I haven't seen much lately, time has been frozen I'd piece nothing of my past, no memories to live last There is bleakness in the road ahead too, The wheels of life are in mud I have skipped time in many folds, dug deeper, found no gold.
the misted air that arrives with the winter nights are laced with something strange The more I breath them in, I don't want to throw them out not that soon I want to hold them long enough that they could reach deep enough Enough to wet the bits of my soul That has grown infertile and dry Over the time, when the air around was not warm but burnt deep And I exhaled smoke while the heart skipped its beat
July was a sweet surprise...half way into August, and the next fifteen days...proved to be a ghost month....its days, painted with somber colors, and difficult times, the hours moved slowest, the sun hesitated to shine this September. October is uncertain.....definitely, apple pie and cinnamon scented winds will blow.....November's cheers shall segue into the last thirty one days of the year....December is the busiest month, a perfect time to put on hold, sadness and pain...a frail, fragile joy, dormant as a Rose bush in winter, shall rest, to breathe again, to bloom again in early Spring.
Standing in front of the mirror, I always try to look sober, When precisely I'm losing my consciousness, Only the mirror knows. I feel my surrounding falling apart, When I start looking into my eyes. I saw a child, as the tears start rolling down! A smile she gave and shattered my dreadful memories. She is the one who adheres to my thoughts, Looking back to myself makes me frightened more. I'm standing in front of the mirror, Just wiping the tears slipped from the shore.