I m sitting here. . amidst the cheerful surroundings. . .who mock me at my empty heart. . .they are filled up. . not completely. . .i guess that's what gives them the empty space which is much needed. . and i sit here. . brimming with my emotions. . .brimming with my thoughts. . .
tears stream down the facade of the cold glass. . .like it does run through my heart. . .
i have tried enough but nothing seems to work. . .everything seems so wrong. . .so lonely. . .and for once am feeling lonely not alone. . .
some say. . i am a lost soul. . .lost in my own fictitious sorrows. . .i guess they say the truth. . for i am lost . .but don't know where. . .my hearts turned grey. . .and nothing helps. . can't seem to pray. .
i read somewhere. . when lord wants you to come back to him. . .he disconnects you. . .from the world. . .so that you feel empty for no reason. . .you feel you need to get back to your home. . .is that the case with me too?
is my time on earth running out?
i don't know.. . .but I'll just live in the thought of some better world. . m not scared. . .if its the end. . or the beginning. . coz am a little sort of numbed by these periodical occurrings. . .
i lie here. . DEAFENED BY M OWN SILENCES. . .looking for something or some one to fix me. . .