When ego starts haunting you



And lies are disturbing your motion



Then, the mind is void of thoughts



And what is left , a question



Your hands are empty and


Are full of regrets,


Your eyes are close when


You know the time is going


Like the burning cigarettes










The flames go up and ashes


Are down


You know something is paining you


But still you can’t make


A sound





Your fears fill those gaps

And smile is out of that section

Then, the blood losses his color

And what is left, a question








Some one tries to help you

You know he is pretending from

the crust

you think twice before giving

your hand when everyone has

broken your trust




you feel ashamed for

the mistakes you have’nt commit

you cannot express it, its like

a butcher cutting you bit by bit






you look at your back

your whole past is like

a haunted mansion

then, the heart stops pumping

and what is left, a question


you need to get over, you are

pushing yourself but

it is like a strong hangover

every step you take is like

those promises u make, that are incomplete

you stumble, you fall, you know

you are good at this

but today you cannot cheat




you get the answers in pieces

you join the puzzles on every thesis

then your instincts count your action

and you know,

you are far behind your question