Have
you ever felt a turmoil of emotions clinging to your heart, blowing your mind
away everytime you try and breathe fresh air, everytime you try and see
yourself as a new you and everytime you try to hold onto to your optimism. The
emotions that bluff you into believing that something or the other will always
bother you and will always make you uncomfortable, no matter what you think, no
matter how hard you try to get yourself back. Emotions that make us believe
nothing is going to be okay, you won’t ever be what you used to be but
somewhere deep down you know it’s not true, this ain’t you and you will never
be like this. You will never let anyone win but yourself and in the end get
what you want. The poem says something like this only.
This ain’t me, I will never
be !
Through the corners of every room I
know,
Those gleaming eyes follow me.
Questioning me where I wanna go,
Thinking of what what I can never be.
Everyday I live, everyday I die
To whom I should go,
Left out with the stifled melancholy
to untie
To whom I should let this know.
This ain’t me, I will never
be !
The forlorn solitude that I am
carrying inside me,
Is growing day by day like a
poisonous tree.
Sucking every part of happiness that
I grew,
Making me feel a little more blue.
The cunning voices inside my head,
Are responsible for the tears I shed.
I ain’t be the one who’s gonna
survive,
Against the destiny’s martyr connive.
This ain’t me, I will never
be !
I am somewhere losing the sense of
directions,
Giving everything up to my
imperfections.
I no longer care to see what’s there,
I no longer care to know who cares.
There is always a hitch to happiness,
An unknown hidden torment to caress.
Everytime I embrace this anguish,
It clings to my heart and vanquish.
This ain’t me, I will never
be !
I’ve been running all along alone,
I’ve been crying for the things long
gone.
But it takes courage to know your
heart,
To gather all the pieces, every
little part.
I know I’m no longer what I used to
be,
I wish I could set myself free.
I wish to set a world of my own,
Where no harrowing pain would moan.
To get where I want to be,
I just have to close my eyes and see.
This ain’t me, I will never
be !