Down the woods

Dreams, hopes, desires are half burnt by now But I want me to rise up, I ask myself, how? Is twenty just a age or the cracks at my hub? I wonder being callous, no matter how it goes. I stared myself for so long, to figure out the things I am blamed for It turned out to be a mishap, I counted a lot, I am ashamed for Those folks weren't wrong, it was my ruining hand, indeed! But let me interrogate, was it me who sown the seed? The inside me burst out, screaming so loud Seeking for the reasons which dragged my soul out I am not stating, I dint deserve those wounds I smiled, when the nun side by me spoke, "painful, it sounds" Walking down the woods, the crisp air whispered, "Be a good soul and stroll with head high", my ears heard I walked on and on beyond the frontier of my control And wished for a better path ahead to roll...

Loyalty goes far, and devious down, sounds quite soothing. It's freaking obvious that which pierce less into the nerves, connects more with heart. I m signing in to this very subject coz I have been through such locus. We the homosapiens have always one thing to reprise and that's enacting mistake, sometimes blunder. But that doesn't put our legs into the bars, we have to pass on, upto the edge of their's infinite reach. World is surely a beautiful phrase to acclaim but merely a deficient one to let go. Every face here has a pie to scroll down beneath the presence. Well yes, I have counted mine too. Every hand is not a helping hand n every mouth has not true idioms. We walk on a corridor of flames where we don't burn our legs but surely devastate feelings. Heart with feelings n mind with agony can reach destination, this is what we think but in fact this is not the case. Why to be so profound in thoughts, someone just exclaimed me. I am not being deep enough to...