The face that haunts...

sometimes your dear ones become your favorite enemy..

the warm sift wind blows on my brows
trying to subdue thoughts
and reach calm and serenity
this one face that haunts me every moment
try to look away in order to forget and cause no harm
the thought was good, just stick to the plan

noise of the fan blades hold my attention
helps me grip myself, unarms frustration
the episode plays on and on in my head
the confrontation, more i avoid the more i dread
how ill spoken were those words exchanged
how misplaced were the emotions, seemed how unarranged
how much hurt i caused to my dear little friend
how helpless i feel, i feel so deranged

only my breathes can calm me down and think
all that was rehearsed, practiced in ink
lost control yet again on all my emotions
yet created a hurdle a new commotion
but this time around i will wait and watch
i am letting go, pushing patience up a notch
for what is going to happen is my dream but not in control
tried to express this wisdom that i dearly withhold
how easily i got mis-narrated by my very own
didnt flicker a tear, no sigh for my wounds

the emptyness of space suggest
life's too long to bother and take rest
hope my pain can atleast stimulate
hope the result is met, move forward with some faith
stand holding a torch against my face, in the dark
holding back every pain, every remark
hate me as much as you can, my love
your well being is my priority, well high above.

Reviews

[angry_pandit]

thank you, i really appreciate it.

[Save-Pitbulls]

I love it!
You are an AMAZING writer!