The heart has so much
to say but no one to hear it...
It brings with it
those breathless days when you wait to clear it...
Sweeping away the
hectic dust with the broom of faith…
The wait is long like
a lazy snail struggling to bear it…
Why does the heart
wish for something which has no importance indeed?
Why is there a hope
of growth when there is actually no seed?
Why the roots become
so numb at a point when strength is in need;
Why the hell this
mind is shattered like rolling groups of beads
That hit from here to
there so bad, that make the heart go numb and sad;
That shines in pain
and glow in sweat,
Those reflect the
despair look of fate,
These beads that once
were a chain held so strong
Have lost their hope
of forming that bond
Questions indeed
there are some more to ask…
Answers, well that’s
next to impossible task…
As life juggles
through vigorous affairs,
People taking you for
granted are a common share…
And the soul just
goes through a new phase of wear and tear…
Every-time you doubt
yourself in despair.
