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Abhinav Kashyap

Drama Inspirational

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Abhinav Kashyap

Drama Inspirational

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I started reading, something we should all do.


I realized that I write too much about broken hearts.


No acceptance for me, or for the other, no forgiveness, just fall apart.


My verses, poems and rhymes are alleys where I hide debris


And I got sick of being a tramp, who walks the streets begging for love amid the tumult, 


I got tired of being a puppet of this stupid novel, with a trite script and stars that are not and will not be first class.


I got sick of the lies, of the farces, of talking while listening to the leather being pulled from my back.


I got fed up with your monotonic smile and your blue eyes, where I admired the views of the sea and the clouds, 


I got tired of filling sinks with tears that did not come out, of shutting up my problems, of shutting up my thoughts, 


I got tired of having no way out and decided to dig a hole to see if I escaped from that life, 


Now I am here retaliating with poetry, trying to let the storm that my soul screams flow.


Remembering what happened and seeing what happens, thinking that it will happen and afraid to spread my wings.


So much talking about broken hearts, it left me anchored to the ground, it left me bleeding alone.


So I will not dedicate more lyrics to you, nor will I use you as a muse, you will be one more stage of this confused life.


You will be a misunderstanding between love and destiny, you will be in my past, just an unrequited love.


This is my last verse, the next time I post here, it won't be about this. 


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