The corners of my weeping heart
are filled with fears and despairs.
I am missing something, someone special,
feel goosebumps in the layers.
Blood of nervousness flows and
gushes, in my nerves and my veins.
The feeling of being left alone,
leaves my body drop dead drained.
Hair of anxiety and worries,
are growing, so thick and very fast.
I hope, the hapless period of growth
is not very long, and will not last.
Thundering tears of worries and tensions,
have cupped my eyes and throat.
Glad of them being, colorless and no odor,
or pillows would have clamored stories untold.
I wish, the beats of my hasty heart
make some waves of desperation.
You ought to feel the pain of my cravings
in the period of distance and separation.
They can not hear the sound of my soul.
Ears of patience , eyes of emancipation
Needed to fathom, my inner voice toll.
I loathe at times, myself for carrying,
genes of tolerance and patience.
Now traits of wisdom are, traits of wimpy.
Me a mere mistake, in god's sheer creation.
My soul feels lonely, broken and tired
of proving and pretending, relations of the world .
Me waiting, for some miracle to happen.
Freedom from reality, for my caged soul bird.
Aarushi Agrawal "honey"
