It cuts like a knife,As Bryan puts it right.
I've learnt to smile,
With the wounds underneath afresh for the while.
Had tried a lot to escape with futile attempts to hide my face.
But then only one thing brought respite- my workplace!
I work hard now!
Wish to forget those moments somehow.
I'm among a crowd now, but never before felt so alone.
I dont feel joy nor pain as if heart's turned stone.
I drink now, to all my lovely memories & dreams of the uncherished kiss
Of the fate, as those black nights whisper alive their murder without a last wish.
Do I wait for her?Do I still love her?
Do I miss her?Hah! Does it matter even if
its true? What have I started thinking?? Let me focus on the work I gotta do!
Copyright ©2008 Amit Sharma
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