Days are like the chapters of a boring book…
Well…it’s not to you… only to me…
It’s such a misty feeling…u can’t see.
my paper and my colors...
My diary and my pens…
My chapters and lessons…
Everything is just in vain….
I am again into the whirlpool of endless…shameless…pain.
Yes…I have no hands to hold …
And not a shoulder to cry on…
But…u know…it’s fun to see...
A thing called ‘love’ trying to flee…
The sky and the birds…and the madness of wind…
Everything was mine..Everything was fine….
As long as ‘love’ was with me….
But never mind…
Never care…
Things will just go on…as it is…
And just like that...Maybe one day…life will itself be the bliss.