Zombies walk around. .
With broken hearts
And frozen minds. .
The city is filled
With millions of love stories
Starving incomplete. .
Hearts beats,
But with no feel. .
Men are living dead. .
Show no zeal. .
Girls are just as pretty
As they could be. .
Though the eyes are sad. .
Its the city of love. .
Where zombies walk. .
Living dead. .
The road might just shout our stories,
But then it has no voices to spell…
Cross this road,
Like total strangers…
I will act like i don’t know you..
And you pass by,,
Like anonymous,,
The road may recognize both of us,
Because it has no heart,,
But then whom will it tell,
Let our story,
Be buried like an unprintable edition,,
Because no one will read it,,
Never will it be heard,,
The road might just shout our stories,
But then it has no voices to spell…
This is night
And still no signs of sleep.
Peace of mind is a bliss
And tonight
I am probably devoid.
The ghosts of past
Thoughts (which never last)
People who touched my life
People i loved, People i fight
This was never what i wanted
If i hurt you ever
Probably it was written that way
I just played my part.
This i unconditional
And this is from heart
Somethings are just NOT meant to happen and you were probably one of those.
