Saturday, 19 December 2020

Every Night

Every night I think; every day I see,
The world seems to know myself, more than me.

Why do I do what I do?
What needs to be done to set me free?

The paths of love seemed easy at first,
The time unveiled it was a failed spree.

Misspoken words penetrates layers of the soul,
Why people speak rubbish in the name of reality?

You uncovered everything; still a veil remained,
Would u lift it in future, what’s the guarantee?

A fuss was made to shoo of the birds,
Why one must worry? They will find a new tree.

A wise man said there’s intoxication in vanity,
Then think me not as sober, I am drunken u see.

Who can claim to know its depths?
 A human heart is but a bottomless sea.

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