A dreamer

This is about my story,this is about my life.

This is where i stand,all alone in the darkness.

There is grief,there is pain and everything seems to linger.

I am going sick,i am going insane

pain and sufferings,will last till the end

Feel the wind through your ears,trying to explain fatalism

touching the reality,beyond realism.

I need a shoulder to cry,I need a heart to survive.

I need love to sustain life,i need emotions to feel.

I don't want you to die,I am a dreamer

I dream my life,with love everywhere

passionate enough to survive.

Here i am ,lying on my bed.waiting for my lover

to touch my world,shatter the walls and feel love.

I walk alone,thinking about my life

filled with darkness,long enough to survive

Tear walks away,far off the heaven

Stealing emotions, with a spell of betray.

I can still feel the touch,same forever.

I am there for you,now or never.

Still feels like the first day together.

Same scent of innocence,same smile,same candor

same feelings,same you and same me.

Though its a dream,a divine will

It may take me off this myth.

I want to be careless,i want to live

I want a life,like lovers live.

No one cares,not even a tear..

Makes me weep,to aggravate my fear.

I imagine my pain,I imagine my thrust

I am just a dreamer,I can see night

little scary,with a dust of surprise.

I can see light in tiny pieces of mirror,

I want to keep it,in my heart forever.

Birds are chirping outside as i write,

Sense their guile,they seem to be as innocent as your smile

World has become an unsolved enigma

Sins and sufferings have defied souls with stigma

Take this world beyond the realm of pain

Sense the haunt of darkness and its reign

Piece by piece

Pointing your finger at belittling fire..

Standing on a cloth soaked in blood..

Covering your face with lifeless leaves.. 

Sitting on the grave of your own previous birth…

Trying to rip off the veins, to alleviate the pain..

Crying out loud, to feel the limit of annoyance..

At every degree of translation, the pendulum keeps dragging me back to reality..

Feels like the era of failure has progressed from possibility to actuality..

Every cause of an upshot makes it more confound..

Sand from my palm has begun falling on the ground..

Why can’t admiration go well with creation?

Needless to say, I am trapped in a world of punk heads..

Their contempt has entrenched me with dread..

I can’t smell the mud, wetted by rains..

I can’t see light, shadowed by pain..

Touch me.. Am I not dreaming? 

Why does everything goes the way it’s meant to be? 

I saw thou crying in the cave of solitude,Are you breaking down..?

Try seeing the brighter side of darkness,

it may oblige your creator to bestow mercy upon thee.