Every moment spent without you
is devoid of life, just a huge void.
And I fall deeper and deeper,
until I am ashamed of the depths.
They stare at me, laughs silly,
and pour contempt all around.
‘Is this you? Whom are you kidding’?

But the moment is too much to bear.
Like a hundred knives stabbed into my flesh.
But through the pain, I seek clarity.
And the truth stings like dope.
And its the high, the omnipotent high
that throws me into this mess.

How many fallen miles we walked,
to fall down, regroup and keep walking?
How many wretched nights we talked
to see the shining ray coming through?

And beneath the hundreds of masks
was there a sigh of acknowledgement?
Like a flutter of those fish eyes?
Something I missed? Or wished to believe so?
And the voices in my head
are getting more clearer by the hour.
They call, they shout, they yell, they scream
‘your life awaits, why keep waiting’?