Life is dripping from winter leaves
Tell me how to slake my thirst,
A broken heart is too much to hold
My love make me dead first.
I wish to travel to the Pacific
Imbibe all calmness within,
I wish to feel freshness of ocean
Shun ghetto of misery within.
Journey of life started alone
Is there use of other soul too,
We laughed so merrily as child
What’s the need to be two!
My eyes were good till the time
Beauty was not definition of you,
It’s hard to breathe for even a sec
In all that exists I see you.
Time heals all that a person suffers
It’s no knowledge of world rare,
What about the void in my heart
Someone tell me, is it fair?
Life is as it is; neither good nor bad
Not everyone lives for worldly gain,
Realise this truth O heart of mine
Born you are and will die out of pain.
Love is a mirage we all know
Yet dive in it at opportunity first,
I’ll bang myself at cruel steps
My love, please make me dead first.
– Prashant
Small City Thinker 