Well, this is a kind of out of tune poem. I hardly know what I wrote and why as well. Sometimes it happens when you’re too overstressed or too confused to actually understand the wheels of life and end up writing some derstandable stuff. Here it goes.
Loosing myself in the crowd,
Hurdled altogether in a shroud.
I felt tenderness of the fiery pain,
Showering on me like acrid rain.
If only I knew the deepest gush,
I saw myself lost in a rush.
Wandering and drooling over fear,
Broken and torn and in tears.
Expecting silver lining in the dark clouds,
Thundering away so very loud.
Mountains drifting in the air,
And I am lost in this fair.
My fate tangling with death,
Losing my life with grief wreath.
Moving on into a full repose,
From the core-deep blood I rose.
And traversing onto a new path,
Of infinity, not on this earth.