Wandering on the roads,
Running by the sailing boats,
There i saw you sinking yet afloat.
Windy breeze in the grays,
There relax the blackish strays,
Eating sloppy in fast food trays,
Messy yet happy were those days.
Hefty and burdened sits my heart,
Everyday memories pin me darts,
Crawling my way to the new start,
I think i left you my half part.
Sinking in the pillow as the day ends,
Glasses topped with bourbon intends,
Lost family and friends,
Alas, Showcasing the happiness i pretend.
Sinking in myself letting you grow,
Like a boat stranded moves with the flow!
In the farm of wheat be my scarecrow,
Alike him scare away my sorrow!
Win the stage like the hero of the show,
As if the villan could never know!
Ups and downs could come and go,
Wide stays failure yet success stays narrrow!
Moving high you’ll notice the flow,
Yet running downhill stays a flaw!
Shinning bright emitting a glow,
Though not brighter enough you know!
Life in a cycle is slow,
Yet some live in huts and some own a bungalow!
Living up top letting you go,
Like you never existed or even if i know.
The paths we crossed to the paths we wanted,
Indeed at last we parted.
Owning the crowd once we were in,
The crowd now bitches behind for an uncalled sin.
Life is a mess jumbled enough like scrabble,
There you stand in a rabble.
Wind in the sky whistles and blows,
Like my mind gushes through the sorrows.
Hovering over to catch a peek,
Here we see eachother yet no words to speak.
Long gone days the talks we did,
Once and for all my feelings hid.
Over the nights over the days,
Weeks passed shady and in greys.
Erasing it all and the sleazy name,
Love wasn’t it money played the real game .
Shubham Writes 