THE RUNAWAY

I gazed up in the sky and I felt the morning breeze

The sun would be intense despite the faintness of its streaks,

I grabbed my wallet and I grabbed my keys,

kick started my bike to follow no one’s lead

From all the things that I can live and die for

I wanna run away I wanna run away I wanna run away for sure

I keep a store of this feeling as I raise a gear high

I leave the city sleeping without bidding anyone goodbye

I drive down an empty lane and I drive down an empty side

I drive until the last thing I can remember is the ride

It feels like eternity it feels like an era froze

Which started with ferocity of emotions but in the end it had Numbness enclosed

From all the things that get me high that get me sore

I wanna run away I wanna run away I wanna run away for sure

I break the monotony as I put the bike to a halt

Drag myself up a hillside with no one to match my plod

I close my eyes as I lay back on the hillside

I figure I would feel nothing if my senses wer’ nt alive

I can smell the morning green I can feel the wind brush my side

But oddly enough I am vacant inside

From all the things that dwell and are uncalled for

I wanna run away I wanna run away I wanna run away for sure

Hours and seconds , they passed in vain

A tear rolls down the cheek , that’s the only sign of pain

I took a heavy sigh and sat myself up

Coz something in me just won’t let me give up

There is something in me, I always knew

There is something in me that gets me through

Something that marks my existence, something that I can assure

Something that completely makes me secure

From all the things that I can live and die for

I don’t wanna run away and this time I am even more sure.

The Unsaid. . .

Remember being sad, remember being hurt, remember being frustrated, remember how you cud not express.

Remember being with those people, remember having to reply, remember having to fake a smile remember how you had to suppress.

Remember defying yourself, remember defying your emotions , remember crying alone at nyt , remember how you have to search your way out of the crowd just to heave a sigh , just to take a breath away from all the pretenses .. The only breath that seems to be your original part. The only breath that you seek to give you enough strength to get back to the world.. the only breath that binds you to yourself … Ladies and Gentlemen , its not only by a gunshot , its not only by a dagger , its not only by jumping off the cliff but this is also how a person is KILLED .. A pretty fancy way to end the life eh ? Min by min and sec by sec. its like we live to kill ourselves. how much more dedicated can v be to something?

But that’s not the point the question here is why do we make it the end? Why do we keep it unsaid? Why dun we look for a closure in everything? Why do we keep running away from it? We cry we sulk we make a baggage of it and keep it in our backpack we live and then we open the baggage and we cry and sulk again. We always keep a constant reason of unhappiness. Why is it that when we are alone its only the sad and guilty things we retrospect on? There has to be a day of no regrets

Its ok to be weak its ok to be vulnerable but its not ok to be weak once you know it coz believe me your biggest strength comes by LIVING your biggest weakness not by avoiding it. next time when u r alone next time when you cry just cry to d fullest jus curse yourself to d end so that u give dat right to nobody else dun let the intensity drop .. Believe me you will be tired of yourself.. Then dump it dun make a baggage of it to linger on..lay back and relax and smile coz that is the battle won. . it oozes out immense confidence ..This gives a sense of victory.. It puts a smile so serene that you crave to b in dat state again n again and above all it gives a sense of knowing yourself better than others. it gives a sense of being one step closer to yourself .

At last m jus going to repeat what I said to a friend of mine

Future is born not from the remains of the past but from the ashes … burnt completely.. And with every acceptance the meaning of the ashes changes completely.

So let’s just stop lingering and start accepting.

I looked for calm I looked for peace

But I searched for them in sm1else’s meat

I looked for courage I looked for strength

But with no one arnd I dint even hv myself to defend

what made me so Ignorant of ‘ME’ What made me so lost

now that I ponder upon it , it seems to have occurred on a life’s cost .. on MY life’s cost