To Make Love

To Make Love

What ’tis to make love?
To take that ‘step’ in life?
Be it with a partner or stranger,
Or that with a husband or wife…

Is it just an act of the body?
Or does it need something much more?
More than a simple orgasm…
Something that is rooted and pure.

It takes courage to show your nakedness,
Even in front of a mirror.
Only love embraces your bare self,
And not only for the sake of pleasure.

It can be self-love or by someone else,
To find the beauty in even a scar.
Both kinds accept your reality,
And they both hold their separate power.

Self-love is not just of the body,
But also that of your soul.
It isn’t the mere self-gratification,
But a gift to yourself as a whole.

Similar is the love by someone else,
Where ‘to please’ isn’t the only motive.
But to also peep within each other’s souls,
To share, to experience and to live…

Making love doesn’t end with the night,
It continues beyond the so-called ‘climax’.
Holding each other’s bare, warm bodies,
As they both, in their dreams, relax.

Having sex is pretty normal,
And neither an achievement nor a crime.
It is simply not an act as special,
As is finding love in one’s lifetime.

But very few accept it as it is,
Keeping the feeling locked up in a box.
‘Robotic’ prevails over the world,
And ‘human’ is considered orthodox.

But if you’ve still kept that feeling alive,
You’ve already transcended above.
Blessed you are… if you know,
What ’tis… to make love.

Featured Image Credit: Alexander Krivitskiy (Sourced From Pexels)

A Love Lost Across Continents

A Love Lost Across Continents

I have a story to tell;
Different…yet all the same.
Don’t know if it all went well.
It all comes down to one name.

Two thousand and Fourteen.
A year of my aspirations.
I was a robotic teen
Fidgeting over my ambitions.

‘A little different’ is what they called me;
For my apparent lack of emotions.
But I knew that for me
‘Love’ wasn’t ever a notion.

I thought I knew everything;
Especially what the word meant.
Never had I had the feeling;
I think I was over-confident.

Came the month of September,
I was active on the internet.
Facebook brought the strangest wonder;
A name that requested to connect.

Blamed for having unfriended,
I fought with all my might.
But soon we had concluded,
It was ignorance that caused the plight.

The 25th day of the month;
Our bond was on a new hype.
The talks reached a new length.
The only option was Skype.

The talks became very regular;
Though there was no such intention.
My departure to passion was the trigger.
She had become a strange compulsion.

Then came the news of my failure,
Dejected, rejected, loitering around.
She became my only pillar.
It was new what I had found.

It took me months to really know
What exactly it was;
Recalling the events in a row,
I wondered why our paths did cross?

There was that strange urge in me
Accompanied by a dark fear.
‘Does she feel the same for me?’
It was yet not that clear.

I saw her with different eyes,
She sat there with a halo above.
Saw those heavenly eyes,
Yes… I had fallen in Love.

The end of the first month,
My fear had almost subsided.
I was a soldier on the battlefront,
With his life, all decided.

My plans were postponed;
When our friend found our dire need.
But then my heart condoned…
I cannot delay the deed.

Came February the 12th.
I restlessly read my verse.
I could have given all my wealth,
For a ‘yes’ from who meant me my Universe.

Long Distance was difficult,
I knew it was not impossible.
For it was true what we felt.
Nothing else seemed as credible.

It took us a while to share,
The beautiful three-word phrase.
It was all more than fair.
A reality we had to face.

The bond strengthened in your visit.
We were still shy and conserved;
The relation had been tightly knit.
It was what our bond deserved.

You returned, a sad day indeed.
The few days thence were painful;
Understanding my life’s only need,
I tried to make yours colourful.

We achieved in long distance,
What few achieve together.
Trust, Love, and Patience;
To sum it all together.

Months of cries and laughter;
As if we always held hands,
Sitting beside each other.
It all went as planned.

Until the day I came to this city,
In the midst of all my fears,
Confounded, in a bad self-pity,
I couldn’t then see that clear.

What was the most beautiful,
I made it so dark for you,
Trying to grasp with a handful,
My horrors had all come true.

I couldn’t give you what you needed,
That was my biggest mistake.
I had already conceded…
That my actions would lead to your heartbreak.

Desperate to find a solution,
Though it was straight in my sight;
I had dissolved myself in confusion,
Couldn’t give circumstances a fight.

Came that unfortunate night,
It was long that I had been away.
My actions were never right;
I led it all to that day.

It all hit me in a go,
All the wrongs that I had done.
In my desperate attempts to grow,
I had lost the one.

I was born stupid.
That is needless to mention.
When I had all that I needed,
Follies were all I had done.

Apology is a minor repentance,
I shall regret being myself for life.
I have no excuses for my ignorance.
Myself dropped my heart on a knife.

I regret being so senseless.
So much more I could have been.
Born with an inability to express,
I came between our own dreams.

Can give anything for what we held.
Those were the best times.
I have so much more to tell.
Can’t get it all in rhymes.

I was a big failure,
But that’s not what I wanted to be.
I have shed my idiotic demeanour,
I just wanted her to see.

These past months were difficult for me,
Even if it was all my fault.
What I needed, I couldn’t see,
Our bond had come to a halt.

But that doesn’t change a few facts,
Even if we have missed out a lot.
I couldn’t show through my acts,
But live without you, I might not.

I failed my first promise,
I cannot hate myself more.
But I want us to have what we’ve missed,
I won’t hold it back anymore.

You have always deserved the best,
That I couldn’t be.
Fate had laid down a test,
I failed at it, miserably.

I want to make amends,
To make up for what we lost.
It is not here that it ends…
I just need the last of your trust.

I know it would be very hard,
The fear of feeling that pain.
The pain of being so apart,
You do not want to feel again.

But trust me when I say this,
I fear losing you even more,
Won’t commit the same mistakes.
Won’t ever shut the door.

It has always been so very simple,
That a complex answer is what I sought.
Talk, share, cry and giggle.
But my absence formed a clot.

The journey would be unparalleled,
If you are a part of it.
You have done all you could have,
To me… Leave the rest.

These aren’t mere flowery lines…
I tried to be as real as I could have.
I think I took a lot of time,
To say what I just should have.

I don’t want you to leave me,
I know I couldn’t be more selfish.
But I know, you still love me.
I cannot let ‘us’ perish.

Whatever is your decision,
I would ever be there for you.
I would give you every reason,
To start it all anew.

Just one last thing I need to do.
I really think I owe it to tell you.
Even through the darkest of blues,
Girl… I will never forget you.

Make A Wish

Make A Wish

The Following poem is dedicated to the brave and beautiful children fighting for their lives against a terminal illness.
 
Wake up, O’ my little one,
A new dawn awaits your presence;
Come out and greet the Sun,
See the light in all its essence.

Yesterday, you won the battle,
Today, there is yet another;
Don’t let your will unsettle,
We shall fight all the odds together.

That dream you saw in your sleep,
I know it is still no different;
In your conscious, you’ve hidden it deep,
Yet it seems to be so recurrent.

Why do you resist it so much?
Why does it seem outlandish?
Don’t let it ever forsake your clutch;
The whole Universe rests on your wish.

Unchain your dream from the grief,
No matter how sharp is the rising slope;
Climb up to the beacon of belief,
And unveil the illumination of hope.

Let us know your dream and fantasy,
And we shall not let them ever perish;
Let us all take their responsibility,
And you fearlessly just make a wish.

Make a Wish and see it come true.
Make a Wish that you always dreamt.
On the dullest day, In the darkest blue…
Make a Wish, ‘Cause it’s not the end.

Shadows

Shadows

Love… a feeling so strange,

Often is vehemently sworn.

It is one that cannot be trained;

It exists in all but inborn.

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It’s though not the same for all;

It’s stranger for some still.

A dream they can just recall;

A desire they can barely fulfil.

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But why are they so different?

Isn’t their ‘love’ alike?

Compelled to be indifferent,

Why do they attract dislike?

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What wrong had he done,

That society had him sacked?

He had just loved someone,

And he had loved him back.

.

Though always surrounded,

He found himself alone.

A suffocation unfounded,

Made them all seem unknown.

.

The revelation turned away friends

With whom he used to always roam.

He couldn’t have told his parents;

Fearing losing his family and home.

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Trying his best to ignore,

The random giggles of bystanders;

Trust… he had no more;

Startled at the slightest murmurs.

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Worse than bullies they were,

Whom he could easily recognise.

In the shadows, they created the stir.

In the light, they held a ‘guise.

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But then came the usual twilight,

And the moments they shared alone;

Somewhat seeming infinite,

In the silence, when the stars shone.

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Inhibitions became evanescent,

Fear turned its page;

They were amidst no judgement,

Love overshadowed the stage.

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Ignoring all feelings of sorrow,

Bearing with all his pain;

Believing that each tomorrow,

Will bring all those moments again.

.

He just kept dragging through,

Living a day in a go;

Never did he have a clue,

That one day he wouldn’t show.

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He sat there with an incessant hope,

As the Moon crossed the sky;

His worn-out will soon couldn’t cope,

Though, he still did not cry.

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The shadows, now more prominent,

As he walked down the endless path;

The end was always imminent,

They stood against the ‘societal’ wrath.

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That feeling of eternal bliss,

That he had never felt before;

That laughter, that smile, that kiss,

He wished he had some more.

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He kept thinking all night,

How different it could’ve been;

What if they didn’t have to fight,

Or worry about being seen?

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Fearlessly introducing each other,

As they listened to them talk endlessly;

Of how they met and got together,

As they welcomed them both openly.

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It was though just a fantasy,

It was all that he could see;

More real than his reality,

Like the stars submerged in the sea.

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He gazed at them in silence,

Even though they weren’t so bright;

The Sea was devoid of tyrants,

The Shadows couldn’t touch their light.

.

He leapt to reach out for it,

Doing something he thought he’d never;

Going where he felt he could fit,

To be one with the light forever.

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The dark heavenly skies,

Made the leap seem worthwhile;

As it all engulfed his eyes,

He could only see that smile.

.

The thought succumbing his head,

Was that it all ended too soon;

‘Just a Little More’, his heart said,

As he looked at the fading Moon.

.

When will the world change,

And not have lovers be torn?

Love… A feeling so strange,

Only the Shadows do truly adorn.

The Seven Ages of a Woman

The Seven Ages of a Woman
With Joy amidst the mewling,
The bloodied cloth unfurled.
A sorrow began unspooling,
When she said… ‘It’s a girl’.
.
It was but their worst fear;
Claimed as ‘Curse of a demon’.
The options were ever clear,
‘Either a Boy… or a Burden…’
.
Silently in a noisy gloom,
It was now about acceptance;
They were all back home soon;
And then began their penance.
.
Raised in a so-called ‘palace’;
Material formed the illusion,
No… she wasn’t a princess;
The ‘palace’ became her prison.
.
Then came the adolescence;
And the innocent young soul,
Getting nothing but ignorance
From ‘Society’ as a whole.
.
School began her struggle;
Alone she walked that road.
Be it achievement or trouble,
Barely she got any support.
.
Even the little freedom she had,
Soon was rendered dead.
She hadn’t done anything bad,
But, for the first time, she had bled.
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Slowly, Gracefully and Poised,
Forced to walk a given route;
Silenced at expressing choice,
She grew up to be a mute.
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Barely pulling the anchor,
She completed her basic education.
Whether it was love or anger,
She had concealed all emotion.
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Soon they could no longer tolerate
The weight of the ‘ever-growing’ burden.
So they found a robotic mate,
Whose family demanded a huge ransom.
.
It is a traditional societal construct,
Whenever there is a transfer of burden;
They were just selling a product,
The one they called their son.
.
Marital Life seemed different,
She regained the ability to dream.
But that dream was just apparent,
Short-Lived and not as it seemed.
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That joy came from maternity,
When she started carrying a life.
She was only serving her destiny,
As the machine he called his wife.
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Then came the judgement day,
And all her dreams were torn.
Fortune, for her, had lost its way,
Yet again… a girl was born.
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She could never hope to be forgiven,
After having done that dreadful deed.
Thus, she was left forever forsaken,
For lending her womb to a female seed.
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Then began the maternal damnation,
Trapped in the hopeless cave;
She still served them with conviction,
Just as that of a slave.
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With Bones brittle but spirit alive,
She lent her service tirelessly.
Only used as means to thrive,
Otherwise abandoned helplessly.
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The cycle of abandonment came to an end,
When her service became futile.
To a community home she was sent,
And found rest only in exile.
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Sans teeth, Sans strength, Sans Sanity,
Dwelling in her long-lost dreams.
Sans friends, Sans love, Sans family,
She dreamt how it could’ve been.
.
Different would be her journey,
Plethora she could’ve obtained.
She could’ve reached beyond infinity,
If her wings were not contained.
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The Kindle slowly fading within,
Devoid of all observers;
Her spirit once and finally gave in,
As she exclaimed her final words-
.
“I accept the crude reality,
Of what we cannot and what we can;
It’s a perdition enforced naturally,
To be a Woman in the world of Man.”
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Roars of the Immortal (Dedicated to the martyrs of Pulwama)

Roars of the Immortal (Dedicated to the martyrs of Pulwama)

A nation that sleeps serene,
Unburdened by persisting turmoil;
For the burden lies unseen,
On the knights that guard our soil.
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Serving the country selflessly,
Miles away from their own;
It is seldom that they get to see,
In only dreams they recall their homes.
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But that dream couldn’t be true,
For the forty-four bravehearts;
Their reunion was yet due,
When their voyage was broken apart.
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Unarmed, en route their nativity,
Mercilessly drenched in fire;
Their deaths don’t seek your pity,
Don’t need your whims and satire.
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What they need is our hands united,
Disregarding faith, caste and region;
It is time to stay undivided,
For terror has no religion.
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It is time to subside our fear,
And turn the defensive page;
To make the global corners hear,
Trebbles of the Indian rage.
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Let’s face the faces of terror,
With the advocates and the pawns;
It isn’t time to show them a mirror,
It is the advent of a new dawn.
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Those tyrants full of cowardice,
Let’s grab them by their heads;
And Look straight into their eyes,
And narrate a truth undead-
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“If you think you can stand tall,
By daring to hurt even one;
Let us make you recall,
Behind him stand a billion.”

Welcome to the place called India

Welcome to the place called India

Welcome to the place called ‘India’;
A Nation known for its witt and wry.
Beneath the yogic and cultural trivia,
Lies the land of an endless reverie.

The Bay, the Sea, The Ocean,
The Rivers, the Deserts and Mountains;
Enclose the majestic nation,
Like a fort without an entrance.

So what’s there amidst the fort,
Beyond the Mantras and Snake-Charmers?
Many a muddy and barbaric sport?
Just a land of poor farmers?

A nation young and tender,
For the Global Scavengers Squealing.
Even with resources so slender,
It broke the Titanium Ceiling.

Innovating, Improvising and Creating,
Wonders for the world to see;
Across each and every domain and wing,
Of Business, Science and Technology.

The Great Granary of the World,
A conqueror of cruel epidemics;
Where the military knights doth furled,
And the Scientists bordering on Alchemists.

We Run and Rule the entire globe,
But we just don’t like to brag.
Look up and you would easily know,
Even the Universe dons our flag.

Our train to future has joined the race,
Even though we could start much after.
So what if it has a slow pace?
The acceleration is much faster.

Yet we give a shout to abyss,
Predominant humility in every iota;
With palms joint and a joyful bliss,
“Welcome to the place called India.”

The Road To Atlantis

The Road To Atlantis

Behold! The World of Imagination,
A Universe larger and much bolder.
It’s all true, not mere fiction,
Even though it never gets older.

Magic and Technology sit in the rule,
Bravery and Sentiment engulf all hearts;
Music redefines moments so cool,
Everyone perfectly plays their parts.

From Gondor to Gotham, Narnia to Westeros,
The immortal Manhattan and the mighty Thanos;
Lit the Light Saber and hurled the Elder Wand,
Came a subtle voice, ‘It’s Bond, James Bond’.

Flash and Quicksilver have a speeding bout,
Goku raises two fingers and Thor laughs out loud;
Katniss and Hawkeye form a tag team,
While Harley is busy applying her face cream.

Vibranium, Adamantium and Valyrian Steel,
Kal-El and Banner with an incessant zeal;
Descending with a Gauntlet to conduct the test,
It was indeed ‘The War of The Best’.

300 bold face the Dorthraki in battle,
Seeing all this, Jar Jar begins to babble;
“Yousa know what’s more funny than a war?
A conversation between Groot and Hodor.”

When Jack Sparrow encounters Spiderman,
He realises he was looking for Peter Pan;
Electro on his side, he thought he’d won,
There came the wrath of God Poseidon.

Amidst all these heroes so well-famed,
Came he who must not be named.
Accompanying him, an Omnipotent Invader,
Within a cloud of smoke, stood Lord Vader.

Whenever asked about his identity,
He only replied with the letter ‘V’;
Like the bald Assassin encoded with a number,
It was indeed the ‘Fifth of November’.

War almost over in the world of Fiction,
With tribes of Heroes having almost won;
Darkness stoops to the realm of desperation,
And Death Star fires its demonic cannon.

The razing infernos of Drogon and Smaug,
Fumed the evil and the notorious;
Decided after the fading of the smog,
The heroes surprisingly emerged victorious.

Gandalf and Dumbledore stood undamaged,
And Bilbo uttered- “Mischief Managed”.
Folding back its turns and bends,
The Road to Atlantis never ends.

The Ballad of Teenage Love

The Ballad of Teenage Love

Bright, blue and alone,
I lay in my wayward bed;
Recalling times past and gone.
The eyes… the insomniac red.
There I pick up the phone,
There the voice so heavenly.
I start in a wishful tone
“Memories never keep you lonely.”

“Life couldn’t be stranger!”
The words which came to my lips.
“I thought I was a lone ranger,
Now her number is on my finger-tips.”
I recalled when it all started
Like a romantic Young and Tender.
I got up and humbly stated
“It was the Third of November.”

The majestic festival of lights,
It made me very keen.
I guess I had ample rights;
As such the intent was clean.
Thus, I left a greeting message.
Unexpected was the reply.
So there I mustered the courage,
“I don’t talk to girls, but let’s try.”

Soon came the fateful day,
When I heard that beautiful voice.
My conscious lost its way;
It had but no other choice.
The talks became a regularity,
With them I soon evolved.
I felt there was some parity,
Some equation unsolved.

There was that sweet innocence,
The loneliness deep within;
A necessary nonchalance
Held by walls so very thin.
I’d known your need to express;
Your need to break those walls.
Although you spoke very less,
It was the best phase of those calls.

Soon I then realized.
I startled in all of hush.
It came as a real surprise
When I told you about the ‘crush’.
Then you soon reciprocated
On that cold winter night.
But I am really ill-fated
For my sister’s cameo was a fright.

I left thoughts outstanding,
Feelings partially conveyed.
For my ignorance withstanding
Had my exuberance fully razed.
The worst mistake of my life
Was not to continue that conversation.
I still regret my inner strife
For the advent of the ‘innocent’ was a bad sensation.

Three weeks of social isolation
Brought this curse upon me.
It was obviously an idiotic decision
So I accepted my fate solemnly.
But you suddenly called one day
And with that voice of an angel
“I missed you” is what you say
And put me in a life-threatening danger.

For my heart had nearly stopped,
My arms and feet all numb.
I believe I could’ve hopped
But I stood there all so dumb.
I still couldn’t openly tell
About the song I wrote for you.
I sang it in the school farewell,
Though the context touched a very few.

It encircled the colorful laughter
Trapped in my brain, in a file.
But had been expressed thereafter
Christened as ‘The Rainbow Smile’.
Then came your birthday.
My schedule was a little tight.
Chemistry was like my doomsday
Yet I called at twelve in the night.

So came the voice again,
Held my words in a clutch.
I was bound in a formal chain.
Her day demanded at least this much.
My shattered hope revived
When you wrote that poem for me.
“I have somehow survived
But this can’t go on for eternity.”

I planned my trip to your city,
But sadly you broke your hand.
I was fully dissolved in pity
And I had to cancel my plan.

So I lay in my wayward bed.
Months have gone by now,
Words I wish I’d said
Or could still say… somehow.
I got up as for a battle.
Like a Spartan ready to brawl.
“This time I won’t just babble.
I would say… Say it all.”

I sent a message very long
Ignoring opposition within.
“This time there won’t be any song.
Simple and Honest… Or Nothing.”
In short I said ‘I love you’
And there you pondered confirming.
“Yes I said I love you”
The shortened form of the affirming.

I took a heavy sigh
Like tons were off my chest.
I didn’t seek a reply.
Expression itself was a test.
I don’t seek your love,
For it is all yours to give.
I don’t seek your time,
You have your life to live.

Being you is difficult
I really do understand.
I won’t be the stereotypical
Rather lend you a helping hand.

This is a story in rhyme.
I won’t call it a love poem.
For ‘Love knows no binds’
Said by… an intelligent someone.

Rest of it you already know
So Yes I hereby finally conclude.
“Whatever I am, wherever I go…
I can just say… I’d always Love You.”

Dying Alone

Dying Alone

I’m feeling like I am dying alone,
Crying over the memories long gone;
But the darkness around me is crawling over.
Yet I’m gonna live till the dawn.

The righteousness when it goes down,
For it I may smile I may frown,
‘Cause the fire in my heart is getting colder,
I’m ripped from inside but I can go more further.

I’m here waiting for the one,
who owns my life and makes it fun;
I’m so lonely dying over and over,
The faintness inside can be no closer.
I can’t take anymore I’m done.

My love’s erased…
This is what I have chased.
But this time,
Don’t halt;
Seeing what I have faced.

The gentleness that I shall see,
Is what I want forever to be;
The clear skies will recall,
‘Is it My heart that shall fall?’

When time goes by I can be no older,
I still seek what I want,
Life is yet not over.
I’m so lonely dying over and over,
The faintness inside can be no closer.
I can’t take anymore I’m done.

My love’s erased..
This is what I have chased.
But this time,
Don’t halt;
Seeing what I have faced.

‘Cause I’m feeling like I’m dying alone.
‘Cause I’m feeling like I’m dying alone.