Samanyu, aged 16 and Anket Kumar, aged 19.
Is it the confusion, or the rage?
Why can't I decide which way the road will bend?
Is it moving, or is it the same page?
Or am I too old to comprehend?
Is there a single reason why this world is so cold?
Are beaches filled with desert sand?
Why are silver linings often made of gold?
Does death really play with a heavy hand?
Is it sunrise, or is it sunset?
Why is every kick aimed at my behind?
Is every breath you take an uneven bet?
Or am I questioning the sanity of my own mind?
Is it a feeling of joy, or a dream of sorrow?
Why does this equation feel like a chemical nightmare?
Did I just write my own tomorrow?
Or do I deserve more than my fair share?
Is it the lies I keep, or the truth I tell?
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