I m crushed to the extant that being adjoin inside is like a dream to me….
Sometimes life, sometimes world, sometimes fate drenched me its own way…
I felt wet all over my cheeks while standing in a desert of sun shine….
I felt I was so thirsty when I was traveling on a river side and a sea shore.
I don’t know who am I, don’t even know what I m doing and why….
I don’t want anything to happen…. I m neither encouraged nor shy…..
I might be a coward, a spectator kind of mammal.. Or I m just a stone… so cold without vein.
I don’t know who am I , don’t even know what I m doing and why…..
I am so crushed inside…. That even my shadow can’t stand itself…..
Love, trust, giving up all to someone… and getting a silence worth a lifelong mile….
Killing own soul, killing all owned dreams, being a killer and killing inside…
Relations, friendship, bond of love, thin threads of love and affection….
Strange, unsorted, assembled or resembled… kind of attraction….
A day of happiness… A time to rejoice… And an era to recall……
Good, better and then best… suddenly gets all the worst…
It made me insecure, unhappy, in fact I m afraid of me…….
Happiness doesn’t attract any more… I can feel the pain behind it….
Meeting you is not affecting me….. Because I m afraid I know the pain of being apart….
Smiling faces remind me the smile I thought was for me..
Road crossings remind me of a hand full of rosses exchanging smile…
I m afraid of dawn it reminds me the new rays…
I m fearing of tomorrow it gives me a hope to meet someone again……
I am already enough crushed, almost dead and ripped….. I cannot take a chance…..
I am not even able to stand… I now ain’t a love material…………
I have to keep myself apart…. I don’t want to disturb a life…
I don’t want to be blamed again…. I am haunted now….