The hollowness of life,
will dawn like a loud music stopping in forest,
Every picture, every thought will point at the missing,
Every emotion will seem to be incomplete without that missing link,
The world will seem like a reflection of pain,
The only relief to this disturbed silence will be deep crying,
but for those who can't cry, gloominess intensifies,
You suck out emotions from others, find friends,but nothing helps,
Your mind goes into an endless chains of fear and pain,
It is possible to go like this on and on and on,
World is full of such people, who hold on.
Drugged to these patterns,
but how much does it take to unbecome what you have become?
how long does it take to stop ignoring the rays of the sun,
how hard is to become a child again, just babbling around with blistering smile?
how easy it gets, to become the moon, and the cool breeze of the night,
which flows in its own madness
Memories are like Makeup box,
No matter how much you apply
It still has something more to hold you,
But in the magnificience of life,
if you just rub off the makeup of these memories,emotions,thoughts,
not to forget them, but start ignoring them,
become like a child,
suddenly the tunes of the winds will chill you as your memories did,
suddenly just the swaying of leaves in windy sky, will mesmerize you,
things which were covered by your own hold, of distortions of memories,thoughts,
and lot more, will be dwarfed by the phenominal sense of wonder and dance.
Choice is yours, how much you want to hold on,
how you want to leave, how long you want to take to leave,
how long you want to cry your heart out, and swing back,
because after all, world doesn't wait for you and me,
this awesome life is yours,
and you,your mind, and your emotions are not even a spek of dust,
but you can strech, the grief unrealistically,
you can go in direction of making yourself stone,
to be mad about someone, or just be mad.
to jiggle and dance around, and hear the voices of pieces of life,
or to imprison yourself into a repetitive cycle of psychological drama,
choice is yours
will dawn like a loud music stopping in forest,
Every picture, every thought will point at the missing,
Every emotion will seem to be incomplete without that missing link,
The world will seem like a reflection of pain,
The only relief to this disturbed silence will be deep crying,
but for those who can't cry, gloominess intensifies,
You suck out emotions from others, find friends,but nothing helps,
Your mind goes into an endless chains of fear and pain,
It is possible to go like this on and on and on,
World is full of such people, who hold on.
Drugged to these patterns,
but how much does it take to unbecome what you have become?
how long does it take to stop ignoring the rays of the sun,
how hard is to become a child again, just babbling around with blistering smile?
how easy it gets, to become the moon, and the cool breeze of the night,
which flows in its own madness
Memories are like Makeup box,
No matter how much you apply
It still has something more to hold you,
But in the magnificience of life,
if you just rub off the makeup of these memories,emotions,thoughts,
not to forget them, but start ignoring them,
become like a child,
suddenly the tunes of the winds will chill you as your memories did,
suddenly just the swaying of leaves in windy sky, will mesmerize you,
things which were covered by your own hold, of distortions of memories,thoughts,
and lot more, will be dwarfed by the phenominal sense of wonder and dance.
Choice is yours, how much you want to hold on,
how you want to leave, how long you want to take to leave,
how long you want to cry your heart out, and swing back,
because after all, world doesn't wait for you and me,
this awesome life is yours,
and you,your mind, and your emotions are not even a spek of dust,
but you can strech, the grief unrealistically,
you can go in direction of making yourself stone,
to be mad about someone, or just be mad.
to jiggle and dance around, and hear the voices of pieces of life,
or to imprison yourself into a repetitive cycle of psychological drama,
choice is yours
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