Criss crossed the games
I never dare to be started
Squeezing myself into
a zone , closed for no one

Musical Echoes played of heart
Bleeds when tickled with unforgettable thoughts
Walking on streets, melodies I can form
Afraid to even sing out loud

Beliefs, I was brought to touch
Teachings to hold that strong
Conquers , I can't even figure out
Should I even celebrate this much .

Illusions held by intuitive flaws
Emotions smoothly drains, leading to a stage
Numb stares , no tears fall down
Can anyone please make me cry hard.

Claws that hold fedup dirt talks
I can't figure out what's going wrong
practising to be the own company boss
Peace is so far , yet to be touched.



© Ankita