Forecasted for the moments
Quelling through the spacing rents
The symbol of lively nearness
Is just a part of the void vents
When you see me seeking you
You show me like you never do
Performance of the sentiments
Are just foolish to catch a glimpse in care
Standing in a multitude of peace
The icon of love is just a simple smiley
So, never judge me over thee
And never do you do the best
You’ll be turned into a puppets chest
Coz you wanna soar just like prior
Terming it love is so unjust
Everything seems due to actions
Whatever you paid will never be higher.
So you made yourself again alone
It’s just a curse of being your hoe
Deserve not the existing present
The past deadness is your real foe
The drowning soul continues to throttle
The real storm is striking conscience
The world couldn’t see the starvation
The heavy rain is always internal.
Metastasizing the very possibility
abide the verve at least for once,
Revive the conceits with dignity
Or die again, as if you earned.
And birth yourself a new rage
Incept someone, likewise earlier
Captain intense for a real age
And die again for one more barrier
Tied by a chain of miseries
Altruism is just an act of living
Maybe your present is the liaison
The scrapping of concern is unselfish
A big piece attached instil
Demands to be hit and broken in series.
From living, the moment to memories live by,
Cried for the purpose you never served high
Gifting yourself the remorse of bye
The end will never happen to the guilt
Coz you made a firm choice to die…
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The headspace is filling in with a literal verse of heavy pain..!!! I don’t know when does it ends but when it does maybe i’ll not be there to see it happening!!
