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Leena Moin Jun 2017
Was’nt I born just the other night
I am 20 oh the fright that you can see in my eyes
I was shielded in a cocoon like a beautiful butterfly
Came out of my shell as soon as I could spread my wings
The night wind revolves in the starry sky and sings.
As I sit in this silence which is so loud
I feel so empty inside out
Yes I have a purpose.. Yes I have a aim    
But things are so incomplete it’s just not the same
Though my soul has been in darkness since I was claimed
And my heart is in flames
Picking up the ashes I play this game of life
I Love too deeply and feel everything so intensely
This makes me think densely
I care about everyone too much I should’nt give a f*ck
Closing my eyes and shutting my mind
I want to drift away from this time
Now I contemplate I can see through my closed eyes
How I am bound with unseen ties that drench the words I need to say
I don’t get attached to anyone because I know they will leave me astray
So that’s why I just stay 1000 kilometers away
Maintaining the distance as I speak,walk and stare
And now the silence surged softly backward into the blare
The silhouette of this angelic hand on my head
Appears to lighten up this reckless life  
Time will hide and time will reveal
All the answers I am waiting for
  
It shall definetly unseal them all
Leena Moin Jun 2017
Loneliness has swallowed me again
Walls stare air burns making me numb
I am alive ..souless and lifeless
Corpse is the word that would define me
My tears could'nt roll down any less
In despair is my heart..it's caged in my chest
Someone just rip it apart
I am ready to bear the agony
Cause I am all by myself from morning till night
I have no one insight
Feeling morose is a habit
Melancholy surrounds me every moment
I beg plead and say take me away
Just want to go home for a day
Tears are rolling making my vision blur
What is this suffering? When will it end?
I am caged by my thoughts
They make me choke
These imbecile and sagacious beings
Make me feel even more bruised
I feel too much or not at all
I wish someone would listen be by my side hold my hand
So I don't have to play pretend
Or my life will soon end with my bear hands
Leena Moin Jun 2017
Perplexed at the sight
I will know what to do by night
Anguished and don't know what's right
Dilemma is on it's peak
My life isn't on fleek
To start anew or to suffer the bleak
And let it haunt
From night to dawn
Self proclaimed mourns
Head up stay strong
You have survived for so long...

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