Sometimes I want to write what my heart desires but the thoughts just seem to vanish and I get lost in the oblivion.
Sometimes I get so tense, I just fight with my pen and go to sleep.
Sometimes I wonder where I am, and then, sometimes I am not even sure I am here!
Sometimes I like dreams that are distant, then I feel they are useless.
Sometimes even the flowers don’t please me and life becomes obscure.
Sometimes smiling becomes a task but even the tears don’t drop.
Sometimes I feel angry about my existence and I tell everyone to leave me as I am.
Sometimes life walks to me, but it feels like a slap on my cheeks.
Sometimes my condition is so complicated, in the fire of responsibilities my desires burn.
Sometimes I distance myself from myself to such an extent that the paper and pen yearns to meet me.
Sometimes I feel that I cannot do anything and it seems I cannot even breathe on my own!
Sometimes I start calling my end, but even if it is standing in front of me, I cannot die.
Sometimes desires seem to be a weight on my shoulders- as if it’s hoisting itself on a dead body.
Sometimes even my own laughter seems to be like salt on my wounds. My eyes can’t see anything but only my destruction that appears lovely!
Sometimes I am in a never-ending fight with this world and just sometimes, defeated so much, I surrender.