Another year passed by in all the hustle bustle
Of the chaos that I tried to hold around my knuckle….
Today’s dark, but there’s still a hope
To have a bright tomorrow, clean and clear like the white foam of soap….
But will you be there
When I’ll be lost again in the world called ‘Nowhere’….
Where every moment would be a struggle
Only to find myself in the shattered pieces of the despair puzzle….
Even the beauty of the rose would be there to prickle
And draw out my blood full of your love and tickle….
The clouds will shower the noxious peril
Disguised in knowns, only to end up being perennial….
But I wish you’ll be there
To put my life back to fifth gear….
For my heart is mine which needs your heartbeats
Not just to avoid surrendering to pain, but also to avoid defeats….
Plus it’s your voice which keeps my psyche alive
So be my nightingale to get me past the psychosis’s lie….
And be the pearl of my eyes
To help me see the world lying beneath the glorious skies….