The Writer Behind the Words
A child huddles in a corner,
dirty and tired and alone.
He's too skinny, too tired, too pale.
But nobody notices.
His दिल breaks
as he watches the blurry-shaped people
walk past,
without glancing at him.
Screams echo off the cold walls surrounding him.
Not just his;
There's a few voices in that howl.
But they fall on deaf ears.
Hours pass. Days pass. People pass.
Still, nobody glances his way.
Darkness begins to creep in,
Bringing two एंन्जल्स with tear stained faces and heavy wings.
Silence has brought this,
and द्वारा the time people notice
it's too late.
The three एंन्जल्स have already left.
dirty and tired and alone.
He's too skinny, too tired, too pale.
But nobody notices.
His दिल breaks
as he watches the blurry-shaped people
walk past,
without glancing at him.
Screams echo off the cold walls surrounding him.
Not just his;
There's a few voices in that howl.
But they fall on deaf ears.
Hours pass. Days pass. People pass.
Still, nobody glances his way.
Darkness begins to creep in,
Bringing two एंन्जल्स with tear stained faces and heavy wings.
Silence has brought this,
and द्वारा the time people notice
it's too late.
The three एंन्जल्स have already left.
Isabella
आप don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these लॉस्ट fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and आप don’t care anymore,
but आप do,
आप still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the दिन of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing आप
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
hear my
unspeakable words,
those are screaming
inside my लॉस्ट strife!
See me,
see it through my
frightened eyes,
those will दिखाना you,
those will defeat
the peace itself.
That peace,
well-known to you,
but not to me.
Not to me.
I've seen it only
in their eyes,
while mine were dreaming.
Grabbing my soul,
living inside,
the fear loves me more,
smiling to my faith.
Hear me,
hear those
unspeakable words,
those are living here,
praying silently,
crying sternly.
Hope is awaken,
but weakened.
Hating fear
and its cruelty,
it struggles tirelessly,
though fading...
Fading
along with
unseen dreams,
sleeping
along with sorrow.
The doors
are locked,
Sun is not
illuminating
my path,
not mine.
Fears sleep
in there,
loving my failures,
listening to my
unspeakable words,
those are prayers,
unseen dreams,
fear lives within.
Preface
(tell me what आप think)
At some point in our life there’s a time when life seems like a field of फूल in the spring about to bloom in the Garden of Eden या like a summers दिन that never ends, all warm and bright. My life was like that when I was younger and had nothing to worry about. All the woes in my house were my parents that had cast dark shadows over them long before any of my siblings were born. So when I used to dream of being a small child in the Garden of Eden it was at time of happiness and peace in our house. Our house, our small white house on the edge of the सड़क, स्ट्रीट that didn’t stick out, oh how I wished it would stick out with blooming gardens like the ones in my dreams. There was a time when life was the way it is now for me there’s a time like this in every child’s life but your have to fight hard to keep it as an adult.
(tell me what आप think)
At some point in our life there’s a time when life seems like a field of फूल in the spring about to bloom in the Garden of Eden या like a summers दिन that never ends, all warm and bright. My life was like that when I was younger and had nothing to worry about. All the woes in my house were my parents that had cast dark shadows over them long before any of my siblings were born. So when I used to dream of being a small child in the Garden of Eden it was at time of happiness and peace in our house. Our house, our small white house on the edge of the सड़क, स्ट्रीट that didn’t stick out, oh how I wished it would stick out with blooming gardens like the ones in my dreams. There was a time when life was the way it is now for me there’s a time like this in every child’s life but your have to fight hard to keep it as an adult.
