No my poetry is not blowing horns,
Its leaking of water
Leaking internal thoughts
drop by drop
................
No comfort I have in my bad days
Save writing poems
One more Great relief except weeping.
................
Again dread of those dreadful nights
Again a need of invisible hand
I want him again who will not leave me even for a second...
My own Imagination.
..............
Oxygen Mask !
A new life !
Thank God!
I can express if not in voice
In words at least.
........
beats beats beats ....
the world is beating
I am losing some sense
I am afraid "he would mind"
I am afraid "I would disappoint them ...
by losing sanity"
I just want to be me.....
Just me.....
Just me.....
And not what you think I should be.
.........
hey! I have never taken your Mary Jane ,
Nor those doses of drinks
but I can lose still
My senses ...
Its also an addiction.
..............
Oxygen Mask !
A new life !
Thank God!
I can express if not in voice
In words at least.
........
beats beats beats ....
the world is beating
I am losing some sense
I am afraid "he would mind"
I am afraid "I would disappoint them ...
by losing sanity"
I just want to be me.....
Just me.....
Just me.....
And not what you think I should be.
.........
hey! I have never taken your Mary Jane ,
Nor those doses of drinks
but I can lose still
My senses ...
Its also an addiction.
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