Here goes another hour, another day, another year,
No motion, no emotion, no feeling of being dead or alive..
Hanging down the wall like a photograph,
Time is the price i am paying for this crippled life..
No colour on the canvas, no music in the ears,
No motion, no emotion, no feeling of being dead or alive..
Hanging down the wall like a photograph,
Time is the price i am paying for this crippled life..
No colour on the canvas, no music in the ears,
No ticking of the clocks, no distance far or near..
No sensation on the dead skin, no dreams to fill the void,
No moisture came to my eyes, no matter how hard i cried..
Scary the dreams have become,
Poisonous the breath that comes in..
So blur is my own reflection in the mirror,
Blood has staled, exhausted are my feelings..
Its not like that i havn't fought my battle,
I trudged my path but destination moved away..
Body is alive but the soul has got killed,
Leave me alone in this mire, lemme bleed this way..
3 comments:
नैनं छिंदंति शस्त्राणि़ नैनं दहति पावकः।।
The soul may leave you, but it never gets killed. It's the energy that can neither be created nor destroyed.
BTW, start listening to some more cheerful songs, too much of death rock playing in the mind ;)
Aur is dil mai kya rakha hai ...dard hi dard chupa rakha hai ...the soul, the man, the world and the universe ....keep the faith dude
hmm!!!
dard to hai...n there has to be some conduit to vent it out...
so here it goes!!!!
hey!! where is ur TM pen with this phrase...Keep the Faith..!! he he
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