Wearing mask everyday,
it not excites me anymore,
Tired of being cruel,
I made my soul impure.
Purity was flowing…
Like a river inside my soul,
I made this river dirty,
Coz , somewhere I was insecure.
Now...I want to make it clean,
and pure.
But how?
Who will help me?
I think…no one except my wounded soul,
I still have heart who can feel,
but before that
let ‘s get it healed…
~Mithlash~
How true Mithlash.. We wear a mask on our faces and hide real we just to impress others. Its difficult to heal our heart but surely we have to try.. Good one Mithlash:)
ReplyDeleteYes we have to try....Thank you so much Sonia for reading:)
Delete"""Like a river inside my soul,
ReplyDeleteI made this river dirty,"""""
isn't that where we all as humans fail? a big thing said in very simple words
Uplifting and saddening at the same time. Though I loved this expression,
ReplyDelete"I think…no one except my wounded soul"
Beautiful work...:)
long time tht i visited :)
ReplyDeletelove the poem and can relate to it...