it was my habit from my childhood
i ran  out from my home in evenings
i traveled  very  Licentiously
my mother told me
"come back to home  before  the evening time "
my mother told me
"dancing witches  and devils comes downs in evening "
"please you should come back to home at time "
but after all i went out
i ran from home
in the empty streets , lanes
on the roads
i wandered on graves
it was my wish
to see that body-less spirits
to meet a shadow
to see them dancing
how they changes their shapes
and reappears
i wanted  to see my self running  in scare
i wanted to tell all those dreadful stories to my friends and fellows
"ghosts " " they look like this and that "

but i had never seen
nor their dance
but today after a long
when ever  evenings starts
wind blows slowly
darkness starts rising in my yard
i started feeling scary
phantoms of my sadness
and shadows of my memories
souls of my loved ones comes down to me
they makes huge noises
their voices gives too much  pain to my ears
and then in this fear
i remained scary
and dreadful
they all dance ghastly
now i feels UN-comfort in evenings
now sometimes i laugh on myself ,on my childish wish
now i remember what my mother told me  once
now
"when ever evenings starts haunting souls  and witches comes down "
"those  witches dance
very dreadfully
come back to home at time  ... my dear "

Only my parents are helping me survive,
And in their company I mature,
I wish that they be here for evermore.

I so wish someone else could hear me too,
And so I will not be lonely in near future,
Only that much do I now wish for myself..

I've my parents right now to love me,
And none of them is immortal,
Only in my memories they will live on...

I have my parents contrary to an orphan,
And they are really the best ones for me,
Only this much I know as of the moment.

I know that they won't be here one day,
And in a prison I will be trapped,
Only within the prison of loneliness.

Panic, scares, and dark hearts
my mind going fast, so fast
but the world around me,
in slow motion I struggle
to breath, eyes dart from here
to there feeling as though
these thought may consume me
panic,scares, and dark hearts
I am drowning in these thoughts
trapped so very trapped the room
feels as though its smaller and
smaller and smaller until they
shout my name and it's over
panic,scares, and dark hearts
the essences of panic and fear
still linger even when its all
done the voice in the back
of your head it will happen
again panic,scares, and dark hearts

They don't see the real you,
all thy see is the scares on your arm.
They don't know you,
They judge you, for your scares.
They don't know your spirit, thy only stare.
They think they know your story by looking at your outer skin.
They don't know you.
They are shocked and frightful of you and yet they cry for you and you don't know why.
They aren't the ones that went through the painful,  daunting moments.
They think I'm my skin.
They don't know ME.
Why can't they see that?
Could I ever show them the pain I went through? The battles I have lost?
All they see is scares.
I try to cover it up, but there eyes lock unto your arm.
And the moment replays again.
They will never know the real me, I will hide it deep within.
Cause they don't want to know me, all they want to do is stare.