Hi
I am not very good at expressing my words on some one , coz of as always being short of expression and words ,simply as I am not very gud at English ,but still Sometime life make me think on why always words are still unspoken ,why I cant say that which I want to express why still I need to be in vain to suffer with pain , why I cant shout ,yell to express what is jelling beneath the crust of heart….. why…., I am always nice towards my silence which is killing the person whom I am I in real, well still in quest of should I let him kill, should I mingle up with my expressions of silence , well now the days getting feared of dark as darkness falls my soul leaving the hand of my heart , as something is turning around ,as someone taking away my breaths from me ,most of time use to pray god don’t let the clock to mark the time after dinner ,but now the days my prayers are getting worth less …..as he also being a part of this conspiracy ,,please god I cant cry I cant yell , I cant express ,I cant sleep … coz I am dumb to my own soul I cant hear my self , no one can hear me …no one ,why always perspectives of relations changed, why this string always getting tangled why we run behind the drop of water which we don’t have ,still I need an answer does this drop can satisfy us, we never care for that drop which we use to have ,does this scarcity of drop still remain on the petal of soul as first drop of dew in morning , well there are few more drops of dew which has been dried up while after the dinner as clock ticking the alarm as dew drops come in the night by having the fear as a handclief,
As the fog of pain make, a layer of dew of vain,
As the darkness getting dense, fog getting immense
,drops are on the pane , marking its place to getting over this strain ,as moving drops asking , what is sin of this insane,
Moving drops asking for the way to shed in, as river asking to sea please tell some way to get in,
Drops are still salty, as this sinner asking to himself why...my love isn’t is faulty,
Still I m deaf to hear my dump heart, why my expressions are being hurt, as love is getting denser why every one say its become a cancer, , ,,,,,,,,
I love you a lot but, need to get the ans,
Whom I am I to ask for love from my soul, but this is like I am absconding of my own soul.
I wish to write on and on, but some told me to hold on…… you insane,
Still I am waiting ……..but now faith of belief is tumbling in tornado of reality, as life asking for the proofs of getting love in specialty,
But still eyes feared to look at clock, but dried drops are finding the way to its destiny, by having the moisture of pain in its insanity,
All I can say I am happy, by having smile on your face. Keep on smiling,
Thanks to this blank paper who hearted my pain with out asking its brain.
Bye bye and god bless you all. But still I am in quest to understand that what pain is. And why it is soooo deep drained .sorry for wrong English. Please correct me ….still waiting some one who will say wrong English Siddhartha.
