Why is it I am sad about the way I am living my life,
Listening to the dried leaves and an unknown voice.
Why is it I am being lonely?
Why is it I am trying to find my existence?
My emotional expenditure is more than what I spend,
Like I am marooned and falling into solitary confinement.
Why my life’s like that of a sinner
From the day I know my true conscience, I thought I should have died
But then I should have made a good living.
Why to this day I have not found a way out of one
Feel the warmth, caress of someone.
Is life always like that???
To my sheer innocence, I am like a bird with only one wing
I have eyes but still blind
Why don’t I perceive things?
I should have conquered happiness but I am dealing with sorrow
I could have earned some peace
And I would empty my heart, feel the bliss
I would have not written this.
Why sometimes I be over joyous on little things?
Why sometimes I tap my feet to the rhythm of the falling rain?
Why sometimes I drown in the deep melody?
Why sometimes I collect unlimited smiles?
Why sometimes I am clueless about why I am happy?
Why sometimes I laugh till tears fill my eyes?
Why can’t life always be like this!!!
Copyright © 2016 · All Rights Reserved