Holding music's hand.....

Silence is not what I live for,

But now I know it loves me more,

A sip of cold makes me spit my thoughts

I try to gulp it down but it won't suffice the drought,

I am colorblind, I see only blue,

Cant stick the torn pieces back, there is no such glue

The devil keeps on ranting but of no use,

Maybe this is happening because I ve never been a recluse,

The path I chose is a bed of thorns,

Look while I walk on it but please don't mourn,

This is not what I was meant to be,

I am destiny's child,not meant to be free,

I walk on crowded streets just to see no one around,

I scream, I shout, just to hear not even one sound

The sips are over but not the thirst,

Its all contained within, waiting to burst

This is not what I look like,

Try to see behind that smile,

Try to look deeper in those eyes,

Try to feel what it feels like,

Try to hear the unspoken,

Try to look through that flesh,

Its tough I know,

As always few would and many won't agree,

As always my mind will go on a thinking spree,

As always I ll use my words to drain the misery,

Whatever I am.......THIS IS ME!

original by: Abhishek Patel