Sunday, October 3, 2010

One call away

That day I sat forlorn and wretched,
That day I felt there was nothing to do.
That day I felt my mind was a monster house,
I couldn't just stop thinking.
I wanted to do something but think nothing,
My passion, my freedom, my desires, my ideas were lost in thin air;
Staring at the walls seemed interesting.
There was a fear in my mind, reasons which were unknown.
Dreams were to be dreaded,
laughter was miles away from me;
The only motto I had was to think of something and get worried,
The leech like creature called 'something' was sucking the energy out of my mind.
My brain was as maim and crippled as ever.
The only solution left was to stop thinking and follow my heart.
My solution was just one call away.............



3 comments:

Ydntn said...

Keep Writing :)

sindhura said...

If mind is a pen then words are ink..

sindhura said...

If mind is a pen then words are ink..