Perhaps, there is a story…
Behind every tear
A long-forgotten insecurity…
Behind every nightmare
Maybe, peace never had a chance
In the haze of our lust
Poetry butchered…
In our desire to be there first
Did we hear them?
Words that came from beyond the wall…
From men who flirted with insanity
For, we drove them there…
It is perhaps a madman’s rambling…
Irresponsible and unimportant
While, we look towards bloody sunrises…
But, never cease to hide from ourselves…
Where are we all running away…
What are we running towards…
I pause to seek you…
But, the crowd carries me forward…
I search…
I don’t know what…
I cry…
But, I am not sad
Maybe, there’s a story
Somewhere, deep inside…
But, let it be untold…
For, now it’s a little goodbye
6 comments:
Don't have words to put my feelings here. "But yes somehow have to hold the story...as there is no active listener as the only active listener I need is you. And you my dear wrote this story.."
Hey Ritayan as usual u put feelings so well in words that every speechless person is able to express..Good work :)
i am in total awe of this verse......this has actually managed to depict just the right emotions,in their perfect proportion....fabulous :)
This one, I aint quoting anything...because I cant decide what went in the deepest...Its intensity has soaked me...Its beautiful... Just...plain perfect...Keep writing
brilliant piece again.
and so true we are all seeking something all the time.
"For, now it’s a little goodbye"
Goodbyes make me sad. I`m terrible at goodbyes...
Beautiful piece by the way.
It's very nice!
It's exactly that I'm feeling!
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