Monday, August 15, 2011

My Disease






















This might be the beginning of the end
I m feeling warm but the cold is rising inside
As the blood Is flowing in my veins
The insecurities are lying all around
Shall I say I m awake or M i dying inside
I gotta find a way which goes to my heart
People were all around me but I was lost inside
No one to hold me when I m falling every time
This scattered destiny is longing for me
Is this a disease or m I just dreaming
My heartbeats are fluctuating
And the silence is screaming in every corner
I m Scared to death
But there's no running away from the time
People say time heals all the scars
But I don't want to heal any
I want to create few more
Cause maybe tomorrow it might be the end of the world.

3 comments:

  1. Relates to each and everyone. Really good poem. You are improving steadily. You are able to relate to the masses now.

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  2. i can sense ur ..ANDAR KI AAG..!!

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