Eloquent Feelings

The question is not how do you go on with your past struck like a sword against heart The question is how long do you go on And, How far? How many more days months or years Are to be spent fighting own self in mirror? How many more deaths should be endured To finally live and prosper? How long did it take you to understand the difference between home and shelter? Did it also occur to you that past has always been better? Why is it that when you know there's no going back, Only then it hits you harder? Why are always we focused on getting rid of thorns That we miss out the blooming flower? When did the walls around us got so high And the defeaning silence louder? What do you do when you feel lost Like a lost shooting star? When you are both Shining and falling apart? They call it life to be always at war And, one needs to die a paradoxical death To get going n get tougher

I don't fake a smile I wash my face so that Nobody reads my eyes! If for one more time I feel the need to die, I will. For, I'm done trying. Why try to live, When death is the ultimate peace? With last ounce of hope I rose again To feel empty and lost A rainbow without rain! Everytime I try I fail. A lil, I die. When death is on me I'll be alive and happy They ask me to talk But, never listened Do you hear the ticking of clock? Because, now it's the end of this game!

Don't talk to me about the stars I'll tell you how real darkness is I don't believe in your kind of love I have traded my soul for peace Spent nights in arms of my ephemerals Woke up alone to sunrise I opened myself up like a book To be loved for a night. I have been loved so wrong In wanting to be loved right Like a hotel for travellers on a lonely road Nobody to stay here for a longer while That's how I survive this life Being a slut in your eyes. More power to the all the sluts Who are deeper than breasts and butts You have been judged and tagged And still live like you don't care But, when night envelopes the sky And you try try and try You crawl for that love, for that guy Who leaves you in the morning to just cry Wearing a makeup to hide everything And being mocked by filthy beings Nights to days, days to nights Hoping and believing guys' lies But you, my slut, shouldn't be the one to cry Paying a price, suffering and hu...