Feel like writing in some poems
feel like pouring in thoughts
feel like letting myself free
feel like living a life free of guilt
feel like living life
talking it out to a friend
who is all lost
Gone with the wind
but still an occupant in my mind
giving the long lost moments
sometimes a rewind.
Happiness is hugging me hard
sadness is staying in all apart
but in that corner i still feel
i am holding in hands of those
sad moments and pulling it across
and despite immense trials
i am still stuck in that crossing
which is truly difficult to stare
when you are standing in lost.
“I am happy”, people think
but actually is it?
May be....
Feel like writing in some poems
feel like pouring in thoughts
feel like letting myself free
feel like living a life free of guilt
feel like living life
talking it out to a friend
who is all lost
Gone with the wind
but still an occupant in my mind
giving the long lost moments
sometimes a rewind.
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