Strength in you starts to fall,
Doubts they grow, inside you they crawl…
Failure becomes a friend, success deserts thee,
Dreams break, pain awakes, you have your tryst with reality…
Sarcasm comes easy i know, but why do people use it on me,
They question your success, saying it was never meant to be…
I try to retaliate, but my conscience begins to say,
Happiness owes you a lot, but this wont make it repay…
Friends tell me time will heal the wounds,
but what about the pain that’s there…
I may survive and live tomorrow,
But there wont be any dreams for which I’ll care…
Thinking you had the healing touch,
I lent out my hand to you…
You rubbed the wounds and walked away,
The worst nightmare i could see..
Left behind shedding tears of blood, I had my tryst with reality…
Wanting to run away, I find walls all around ,
Realising my destiny, I wait to get buried in this ground…
Holding on to the moments of past, I want to live but begin to die,
These moments were supposed to make me smile,
but I end up in tears, i start to cry..
The sands of time are running out,
Vision gets blurry, but life clears a doubt…
Tells me, the fake are gonna go, there’s no more betrayal for thee,
Death is coming and that will be your final tryst with reality….
karishma said
rocksolid…..loved it…the darkness and the way u conveyd it awsme….good going bossy…