ek qafla mai shamil hu aur jaye jaa raha hu
la maqsad hu fir bhi talash-e-manzil ko ja raha hu
chaman main kuch gull hain woh bhi sukhe hain
bewajha unhe mai tar kiye jaa raha hu
barish mai in kagazo ka ek hi markaz hai
fir bhi kashtiya mai banaye jaa raha hu
yun hi khaye ja raha hai khayl usk mjhe
......
It's a floor, a rock bottom,
As I hit it, the urge to go up dies,
The mind feels dead inside,
And the heart no longer beats.
No more am I seeking the happier version of me,
No more sunshine, and no more rain,
The darkness has embraced me in it's vile arms,
Gray and black numbing my pain.
......
From my eyes, down my cheeks, onto the ground.
With every tear that reaches the floor,
It feels as if I lose myself a little more.
The slowly fading awareness of everything around,
My rapid breathing and raising heartbeat being the only things left making a sound.
Me and my mind are yet again playing a game of tug and war,
But for some reason I never seem to be the one to score.
I lose my grip and fall back into a puddle of tears in which I hope I drowned
Everytime I think I'm okay standing back up again,
I get pushed back down.
......
My heart is now in a shattered disarray of pieces,
Some lost, some disinterested, and some still hopeful,
Not that your vile self would return, dear,
But the lost pieces would come home.
Now I am a glass figurine,
Perfect to eye, and broken underneath,
Your weapon-like words crushed me to dust,
And you still say 'Hello'?
......
My heart like a desert dims dry,
Streams of tears fill my eyes.
For my pains and sufferings still I cry...
What use is endurance but why.
My life is done, my thread is run.
Ages of lachrymose I have lived under the sun .
What future there is to long ahead
When you know that you are already dead?
......
My words meant nothing
explained nothing
convinced nobody
scrutinized again and again
with an aching pain in the heart
moist eyes hidden with indifference
wearing layers of faces
only to hide the real
now unable to find the one
and searching for ways to express
......
From my eyes, down my cheeks, onto the ground.
With every tear that reaches the floor,
It feels as if I lose myself a little more.
The slowly fading awareness of everything around,
My rapid breathing and raising heartbeat being the only things left making a sound.
Me and my mind are yet again playing a game of tug and war,
But for some reason I never seem to be the one to score.
I lose my grip and fall back into a puddle of tears in which I hope I drowned
Everytime I think I'm okay standing back up again,
I get pushed back down.
......
My heart like a desert dims dry,
Streams of tears fill my eyes.
For my pains and sufferings still I cry...
What use is endurance but why.
My life is done, my thread is run.
Ages of lachrymose I have lived under the sun .
What future there is to long ahead
When you know that you are already dead?
......
My heart is now in a shattered disarray of pieces,
Some lost, some disinterested, and some still hopeful,
Not that your vile self would return, dear,
But the lost pieces would come home.
Now I am a glass figurine,
Perfect to eye, and broken underneath,
Your weapon-like words crushed me to dust,
And you still say 'Hello'?
......
It's a floor, a rock bottom,
As I hit it, the urge to go up dies,
The mind feels dead inside,
And the heart no longer beats.
No more am I seeking the happier version of me,
No more sunshine, and no more rain,
The darkness has embraced me in it's vile arms,
Gray and black numbing my pain.
......