What if?
When stomach feels like a twisted rope
And head is dying to explode
When tears seem to enjoy their outlet
And life gets bugged by slumping codes
What if?
When breathing seems callous
And inner forte is hollow
When anxiety rules the aura
And silence succumbs all over
What if?
When rays don't spray the light
And eyes don't peep
When darkness is all you catch
And the body could barely creep
What if?
When alcohol never feeds a hangover
And smoking never refrains
When voices are no more sonic
And you can image the soul drain.
What if?
When all this IS "real"
When stomach feels like a twisted rope
And head is dying to explode
When tears seem to enjoy their outlet
And life gets bugged by slumping codes
What if?
When breathing seems callous
And inner forte is hollow
When anxiety rules the aura
And silence succumbs all over
What if?
When rays don't spray the light
And eyes don't peep
When darkness is all you catch
And the body could barely creep
What if?
When alcohol never feeds a hangover
And smoking never refrains
When voices are no more sonic
And you can image the soul drain.
What if?
When all this IS "real"
7 comments:
What if I tell you
This is not where you belong
Look within you are much more strong
Darkness pervades, dreams fade
Life only seems like a roller-blade
But a time will come
When you will proudly proclaim
A lot in you still remains
- Now you know how bad i can get at poetry.
Ps: The poem was fab!
Its either bird flu or cold turkey ;) ... nice one!
Hey Rohit...
fantabulous post... no doubt on that...
However, what am looking for in your blog is a "positive" feeling. A new blog with a new approach... what say?
Love,
Nisha.
its the fear within that you are trying to evade - it has got a bitter sarcastic optimism....like it
good blog dude
gr8 post!
damn neat! looking forward to read more of such good stuff.
Very intresting, i must say..
and well written..
:)
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