by Jyothsna Phanija
When days pass by like the creeping snails,
I have realized that I am no more happier.
I tried like trekking a mountain to build this much relation,
Now, it is being difficult to fall from this heap.
It is perfunctory
To pretend love,
To express care,
To talk sweetly,
To be in high spirits,
To be available all the time.
For only keeping our relation,
Which is at the fringe of falling.
I changed the way that I think
To be immersed in your thoughts.
I changed the way I percept
To be melted in your feelings.
I changed the way I live
To become the life of your own.
I am tired to be tired of this living.
Life, which has no option left,
Shall no longer strive to please.
The new and puissant longing
To have a life of my own
Shall respire life to the weedy loss.