The STONE


The dark of my pain tries to see the light
sometimes I feel I am just a string attached to a kite.

a glass of alcohol lures me
I want to remain in its essence
for the feeling of  lost brings me in its presence

the connection is all lost
ain’t no hurry to find
because freedom has got no tag of cost!

when I see the stones I  can relate with them
a mirror I see my reflection in

I look inside and see everything
except myself
where I am? who am I?
the question has been haunting for time quite long.

I seek answers like mad men..
but so far no success
they say answer is within..
Lets see if the stones answer!

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