The world has lost its luminance with my growing age,
What has become of me with every little change?
I feel like a bee trapped in a colourful canopy.
It’s known to me that it’s all false,
Your love and all those fake calls.
It pains to think such could have been the destiny,
I am distraught at present, and seek melancholy.
Days have passed and nights have died,
I wait at the window for the unknown.
I know there is something which is keeping me alive.
I know not why or how would I survive.
But so far I have managed to withhold.
All the urges and despair,
my tears have dried after all this while.
I do believe in the strength and wisdom,
It perseveres in one little corner deep in my heart,
The sacred corner I worship with all I have.
But just at times I feel the loss- and disregard my life.
Oh my soul! Let me live,
Let me live until I can stand no more,
Then you may take all the pain away,
cus that’s what you want.
I am ready to serve you,
once I have pleased my entity in this world.