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No I Don't

Well you’ll wonder why am I leaving, so early this dawn hasn’t befallen yet. No I don’t have any belongings to pack, I rather want to leave back everything else. . No I don’t own a piece of the bread you served,  Last night with such reluctance on your face. No I don’t feel like flying along with you, You knew I can’t swim in the oceans you gave. . Sure you wrapped your presents in those fancy bags, You knew I couldn’t ever keep an aggressive cat. Yet you served all its nine lives to my soul, Pretending you didn’t see me troubled with the one I have. . So when you’ll ask me to come back this night, No I don’t think I’ll refuse that to your face.  I’ll merely wave a bye, for no words I have, Don’t know if this is a content or emptiness I taste. . I’ll search for bridges too weak to hold my weight, Hoping the ropes shall break in between. For I don’t know if I want to reach the other end, Nor I know...