Barefoot...

There is something that is empty and alive,

but as empty as without life,

it keeps echoing in the hollowed heart,

and it echoes till you fall apart….,

You try to find someone,

Someone who can understand you,

you try to find someone,

who can truly standby you,

you pretend to feel someone long gone,

was just here, right here with you,

then you throw the things away forcefully,

sighing and screaming your blue,

you break to find a body then on,

to rub yourself and cry upon,

just few moments and nothing you'd want,

and you in die desperation to wait all along,

you see the people who've torn your insides,

and there is nothing that you can do,

you run and find a corner in the dark,

and cry your helpless to,

you sleep wishing the next day,

the next morning would bring you relief,

but as the day comes closer to an end,

it turns out a broken belief,

you find the emotions you've held so long,

actually held you in turn,

and they have set a fire on you now,

to laugh and watch you burn,

you yell that it keeps getting hard,

as if someone will make it easy for you,

you want all the noises to die down,

and then you complain the vacuum,

still,

as the whole of this whirl will go round,

someday you’ll find the lost strength abound,

you’ll find you are a child of a year or two,

and this life’s a story read bedtime to you,

you can listen and draw your imaginary view,

but you can’t change,

you can’t change what it brings to you,

and at the end of the story, you will find yourself,

walking the roads bare foot,

the winds of peace will come up to,

lift away the weight of memories,

away the weight of miseries,

away the pain of weights long held,

away the weight of past you beheld,

and then the clamor will come finally down,

happiness inside will raise it’s ground,

free as the air, you will experience so,

 and fly the heavens as the winds begin to blow……