Those sad smiles are not meant for soothing,
Sweet lies to be believed in.
Left upto you to choose,
Lifeless or life taking.
You are at close,
That’s not...
The burning sensation of chagrin,
Those thoughts weaved in a chain.
Having close resemblance to asbestous
Desperate to be blown out in the flames,
No scars come without...
In the dark restless nights,
My heart beats loud
I often wonder
About the deepness
Of this shallow world..
The anxiety to remain in limelight, the urge to go...
