"Poetry" My hymn.

So for one last time, I want to see you, Feel your breathe; Far away standing. Question my instict, Is it love. No,I don't love. How Can I. Feel fear, overcome feat. I don't want to tear me in your thoughts. I know love, that's no love. I can run far, so I can forget, ain't forgive. I can get into a brain decease And lost forget and forget. Forget Forget Is it easy to. Forget mind isn't forget at heart. You love me, no it's complicated. You care, no it's not deserved. No, I suffer is what no one can. That's ok. Almighty left nothing better. I can go in pain, and leave rest in vain. Is it not love, It is Instinct. Is it instinct

You need not know me. What if I am stupid enough for all these I have done. What if I die with my innocence to make my soul breathe for love. What if I am getting lost and loved the lost globe for you. Oh Baby! I loved you so much that enough and what all am I left with. What if my soul leaves me in vain and all should I crave for is pain. I could not move my tongue to the bitterness my tears goes through. I could not realize nor recreate about what all happened to my soul that only once remained in solace,about how many brown stones I turned to blue, brown and dark. There wasn't any such good happy mediums in my life,as I did love and borne out with my own dark theories. I wish it was love though dark, Oh Baby! I should hate love for love. For all love that went in vain, Oh It's dark for all dark times, Was it really dark? Was it really too dark to love?

And now a quest inside me boiled, For love that was not love,In midst of beliefs Some got hidden some forgiven, Pieces of just some pieces that count more, I lost love,Nope How can I lost that's lost, Did I feel an ached heart asking me sugar, I can't, I can't, I can't satisfy the quench, I failed did I to fill my own quests? Solemn poignancy bounded every piece of my quests, Forgive me for the solace I hid between sombreness, Forgive me for the truth I hid between sweetness of lies, Forgive me for the throbes I give for the soul to exist.

So what's more challenging? Is it being jeoparadised or pranaoid. In guilt's and fault's,I found fear mummurs louder and larger, Through day's and endless night's, Did darkness stayed long or silence of day light? I feared,I crushed,I woebgone,Borne out, So did I need to get bolstered, The war between my own consciences,  The war of being a thought in mind or a throbe in heart, I am lost in every nub of erroneous, Nor could my eyes weep,Neither could my leaves get old, Going through sorts of less bitch,more trauma,who could take the responsibility? I bleed over mind and die over heart, Do not console me,My soul won't rest in few solace, Burn and light and cremate,You could retrieve me good, Wonder what all my nerves holded to resist my soul from leaving my body, You would get lost, As my day's didn't notice that few stars abandoned me from light, As peers and tears had needles of my clock to rotate wider, As and As, the needle so did it give ...

Are we doomed? Teen-ager,are you worried about  Dreams becoming mirages? Lock downed us,Have we missed, The morning alarms, The horns of vehicles, The pizza stuffs, The laughter between day and night, The late night home coming's, I'm worried of how bleak my future would be, Lost 4 solid months,Like it's opaque for me to check what I went through, Wake me up? Am I still sleeping. Failures was better than experiencing lost. I have missed the life between 4 months most. Every day some death and recovery playing around my ear drums. Life puts a line,the line without an arrow? Noice,Noice,Noice.

Today Morning, I had to wake up with my eyes lost in need of few  more sleep, searching for my dad to hug me and for my mom to cuddle around me.There comes the spoilers woke up just few seconds after hearing me laughing around my mother's lap,whose love was selflessly shared among 3 of us. They come here actually( keep it as a secret ) because of jealousness of seeing me cuddle around mamma's lap when they are actually scrolling around the bed cot. "No wonder, that's common" Did you think?  Stop imagining,You know what happens to a  rat standing in the middle of two great rabbits.Its like that for me from lies to tears,from who comes first will be served with all the sweetest and so I am often late.Three is three no matter how much we put the house into a xerox machine you won't get the actual copy.  They don't give me a pen or a pin and they beg when they need my ink or my pink dolly frock.I wonder how lucky it would be when it's onl...