How I miss being held in hands
and being carried every place
How I miss being grabbed and kissed
and getting chosen every time
How I miss the laughter I hear
and fights they have for me
Yet I depart alone untouched
with no one helping me
I will drift away far from love
far from you all
Without a aim to the blues
to the heavens above
I wonder is that how you all people meet your end
I wish we will meet somewhere up
like a lost filled up friend.
– Balloon.
I see loads of people
crammed in places where one can’t breathe
full of music promised to drive away your demons
just to wash away the dirt of the week that slipped
and they eventually try
to live one night
just to survive the days coming
We are all in this whirlpool
of never ending desire
to lose ourselves
in people we don’t know
things we don’t care of
Ask me, How your nights are?
I would say restless
Why?
busy searching myself inside
and scared , if successful.
When the kid inside you
asks how it’s like to be an adult?
how does it feel to be organised
when your inside is full of chaos
to work and not feel overjoyed
but still being hammered to do it
how does it feel to ignore the colors
when you want to drown in them
to see someone dance like no one is watching
and you are afraid to join because of shame
how does it feel to be keep me caged
when you heart is same like me
but the head tells you to ignore.
Writings to Heaven 