Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

I walk slow really slow I look around to see if someone is watching I hide the load that I carry on my soul It is same as you carry but you hide The solace in nothingness and weary days and nights The echos of failure are haunting and no one is spared At that station where no one comes and no one departs I am stuck in my side of chains Stories of faith and victory are just tales to be told I am not the one who does not have flaws My scars are mine, not for your tea time talk. Left the light and shine behind, the night does not become day anymore. I stop look around and keep walking.

Tracing back when time lost essence is not possible any more, The pace of actions has been faster than what geared for. Admiring the beauty, feeling joy and pain is now at the end of the tunnel that is long and I am too tired to walk. Walking on sand that just takes my ground away, The words fall short or I talk too much is tough to find. Learning to be blind and deaf is what we have traded over our peace of mind, Choking in this bubble full of strangers. Most of what remains of us is just surviving, Each face has a tale to tell, weary and unfamilar eyes of our own kind. The search never ends, As I reach the end I learn it is a mirage.