Everything is staring at me,
Even my own eyes,
And I am scared of the person
I am becoming. At this time
All kind of help is
The enemy dwells deep inside!
My cup is brimming. I shall end up Empty!
If you never draw the curtains aside
There will not be any arrow
To show you when you should start.
And if you seek love in ruins
You will find nothing
But the spectrum of your broken heart.
Blame missing the daily new chances
They are already wandering outside.
Draw line upon line
To make the portrait complete!
Never miss a line
Or try to camouflage it;
Each one tells a story.
Each one has a memory.
So, be careful about
Sharp lines around the eyes and
Deep ones around the closed lips;
They represent the confined feelings
And the deep dark secrets!
Despair is like glowing fire;
Never gets satisfied with burning more and more,
Always ravenous to swallow and sap
Every feature of life
And grip pitilessly to control,
Even your cracked heart
And starving soul,
That might burn your memories
Till the cradle,
And then make you live homeless;
With neither a memory of yesterday
Or faint hope for better tomorrow.