Tears in eyes instead of dreams.
Pains in heart instead of ecstasies.
Scars on skin instead of ink.
Thorns in hand instead of roses pinked.
Rebellions in bones instead of serenities.
Scattered thoughts in mind instead of peace.
A broken heart instead of love.
A scared soul that doesn’t trust.
A fierce warrior carrying the armours.
To hide the pain behind the laughters.
Wishing upon the stars that have burned,
Agonized by the wishes being returned.
Like they never reached the heavens…
For they don’t care about your existence
The darkness engulfing.
The cracks deepening.
What have we turned to ?
Where are we headed to ?
When do we leave ?
Where do we go ?
For how long do we pretend ?
Pretend that we are happy.
That we haven’t yet broke .
That we don’t want to skip to the end.
That it doesn’t hurt.
That we’re strong enough.
To fight the battles alone.
To be honest, we are.
But sometimes don’t we all crave for home ?
To be at a place that has barred
All the negativities
And the insecurities
From coming in
A place that’s a blessing.
When do we go there ?
When do we breathe in the sacred air ?
The familiar scent of freedom.
Freedom from all the burden,
That you are tired of carrying,
In your heart that goes on drowning,
Deeper in the sea of tears…
That you shed all these years.
So when do we go home ?
So when do we find peace ?
And which way should we go ?
Once we decide to take that journey.