Life

Life sometimes is a bag full of worries,

the difference of what I am and what I wanted to be,

shredded pieces of dreams hide in memories,

as if the song is sung but without any melody.

The thoughts engulf my soul,

why are these questions written when they don't have any answers,

surprisingly we all are running in this race,

where we know the result but not the way.

Terror in heart and tears filled in eyes,

make it difficult for the defeated soul to rise,

accept it or deny,

here, every relation comes with a surprise.