Everything that slipped off my hands…
This year’s raindrops…
Fantasy of love of a kind…
Mother’s care…
Father’s attention…
Playful fights with a sibling…
And Friends’ company….
Stupid jokes…
huge laughter that makes stomach ache…
This year’s raindrops…
Peaceful pain lost in raging fury…
Leisurely moments lost in immense work…
The memories of him, memories of her, memories of them, memories of grandma…
The belief in the good in people…
Innocence lost in bitter experiences…
Everything that slipped off my hands,
This year’s raindrops…
That soothing music…
Bestie’s tight hug…
Late night tea, on a roadside bench…
Chill of a winter…
The faith lost in fear…
The safe feeling lost in the ocean of non caring strangers…
Everything that slipped off my hands…
This year’s raindrops…
Calm, quiet tears lost in hate, lost in rage…
The feel of rain on my face…
The wish to get drenched in my only true love that gets ushered from sky…
My own evading tears, refusing to be shade, clad in hate, clad in rage…
People who loved me slipped off my hands…
Chances of normal happy life slipped of my hands…
This year’s raindrops slipped off my hands…
I carried the burden of the apologies I didn’t make…
I carried the burden of apologies I expected…
I carried the burden of hugs I didn’t get…
I carried the burden of every moment that passed by…
While I stood there, refusing to move…
I chase a mirage, so much is at stake…
I couldn’t even steal a moment of peace to laugh with those friends…
So much did I put at stake, while chasing a mirage…
So much of life slipped off my hands…
While I stood there, refusing to leave…
Everything that slipped off my hands…
Leaving me empty, leaving me cold…
And I stood there still refusing to move…
While the memories kept on slipping off my hands like some kind of sand…
I stood there determined… not moving a bit
Losing every single person who loved me….
Determined to earn all the hate I could muster from the world…
Determined to be rock strong brute…
I stood there while the feelings slipped off my hands
Cutting Into the soft flesh, still kept on slipping through my bleeding hands…
And I stood there like a rock,
I saw love slipping off my hands,
Friendship slipping of my hands, few dreams, a little warmth, peace and quiet pain slipping off my hands…
Everything that slipped off my hands..
This year’s raindrops slipped of my hands…
While I stood there alone,
taking the storm all on my tiny soul…
While I stood there all alone,
I saw my life slipping off my bleeding hands…
