Chaos
Opening up was a sin
bottling up was a sin
life is lean
heart is chaotic dean
pondering
also wandering
aiming the sky
unable to get even a star continuously asking why
everything has limits
patience ,persistence feels like mere words there is a strong urge to chuck it
miracles have failed
absence makes life derailed
expectation and suspicion
unwanted mayhem unruled intrusion
The feeling reflects itself from the words.
ReplyDeletethankyou :)
DeleteSad world indeed.
ReplyDeletenot always but when it's chaotic then yes it's indeed a huge mess
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