Ruthless, is one word that explains my personality, parting
the comforts of home I chased the discomforts of hostel. Giving away the shade
from sun I took to run barefoot on searing land. The belief that my dream bring
into being residing away from home made me zilch but a heartbreaking ruthless
spirit.
Chose neither sun nor shade, my feet never stayed at one
place. I kept on running to my dream, I made my self my own messenger ran to
the illustrious seven seas yet, there is a
draught within my heart. That divan of mine and the cold sea breeze
lurks my way back. That honeyed tumbler of milk and the frosty water all
questions my shadow where is that cold-blooded me.
How this selfishness of
mine that I have forgotten old love of mine. Envisioning myself as a free man,
free spirit, perceiving myself as a storm of wind, then why have I ended within myself only. Chose things to do
alone, defined myself as a running entity, looked inside me for happiness yet I couldn't feel the smile on my face.
I could still see those
arms crying me , my shadow in quest of me
and the voices of people dear me still rung the bell in my ear drums.
Yet the ruthless, selfish and heartless me keep running and let me be alone in
this wilderness.
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