Sometimes I think, I have to build a seperate room For calming my anger.
In that room there will be a lot of stuff To break, throw and smash I'll gather stuff to break it.
In that room I'll calm myself By throwing all the stuff through wall Breaking the mirrors, hitting the dummies And ofcourse the punch bag, Cracking the pots, tearing the pillows Screaming, and maybe sometimes crying..
After wrecking all down, I'll sit quietly and take few deep breaths And walk out of the door, Like nothing happened.
It was a very long journey It look a lot of patience and diligence To become one of the best sculptor in the world It was my passion, my dream.
Everything was perfect, Until that miserable day The worst day of my life The day that I could never forget It took everything from me.. After that I was nothing but just a lost soul..
My entity shattered.. I tried to gather the broken pieces But was never able to be jovial again.. Because even if The soul always know what to do To heal itself But the challenge is to silence the mind..
It's been so long.. we were apart, With lost mind and crying heart Missing all the meetings and Long talks Every single day was like a dreadful war
Then, one day.. He suddenly called and said- "hey, come outside the house," I stood up and ran out My heart was beating so fast I was literally able to feel my heart pounding in my chest, current passing through my body And the moment I saw him.. Rest of the world disappeared That missing feeling disappeared That ache in my heart disappeared All the pain was gone, And Everything just felt right.
I always knew that.. But that day I again discerned that, Maybe I'll survive but can't live without him