Daisy’s world

  It’s cold winter here snowfall is obvious right? It’s a hot summer here sweating is obvious right? It’s autumn already now the leaves falling from the trees is obvious right? Everything feels heavenly when everything is alright? Right time and the obvious thing for it  Won’t be a hot summer with snowfall simultaneously right ?  To conquer my feelings my emotions  I try to attain the needed salvation  My inner soul plays with jumbled thoughts  Today I’m here or maybe not delivering you my own thoughts  Maybe till here it’s complicated  Cause I’m too confused the way you are  Feels like I’m on my deathbed ,(I pity myself ) Then the next day I’m fully organised  I regret bout the yesterday thoughts ,(ah yes I’m not well organised ) There’s this loop going on which has no end,(prolly has one ) To find the snowfall in a summer season  Or so to find the lost sand in a vast desert  I loose my rhythm in this loop of melodies  As...

I remember the day when our eyes first met,   You had a smile that caught me, a beautiful debt.   We laughed and we talked like it was done all in the past,   I’m spinning in circles, hoping this will last.   You share all your stories, I sit back and muse,   Maybe you see me as just someone who cares,   But behind these bright eyes, a heart that it shares.   Hints in my laughter, signs in my sighs,   Every time you’re near, I’m lost in your skies.   Lately I wonder if you ever feel,   The whispering shadows, the moments so real.   Cause you’re older, and I’m just a kid,   Caught in this web of the words I never said.   I built up my courage, but the fire won’t light,   How did I fall for you, when I can't say it right?   Just know that I’m hoping, you’ll see through my eyes,   In this complicated heart, our love could arise

Am I a being ?  Cause all of the time I am expected to do something great Am I a being ? Cause everytime I try to find my happiness something called society starts to creep in  The strings they pull and how badly I’m hurt no one sees it  Cause I have to be the greatest a perfectionist  My sunny days are full of rain  My rainy days an excorching heat  Am I a being?  My emotions ,my well being my own identity was killed way back when I was 7  Am I still a being?  I’m finding my answer in a vast desert  Where the water droplets (my answer )gets vaporised by the heat ( society the heat ) All I can do is to walk in this path of thorns  Having a faith that somewhere or someday I might find my droplets of water