Thinking of sane life in insane world
i took a deep breath and said a good bye
tossing life and turning pages
looks like i am dying from ages and ages
listening Metallica with my headphones
talking to myself on the dead phones
disconnecting friends and nearby
in order to understand who the f**k am I
rusted aims,plastic means and rotten dreams
now-a-days make me scream whenever i try to be myself being
Moving ahead under the shadow of dark sky
still thinking someday i will fly
grinning eyes and clocking breath
am think i am alive or dead
poverty wrinkled down my face
making others understand the slowdown pace
need to grip the flowing water tight
so as to show up light is bright.
BY ADITYA DOGRA
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