DISAPPROVAL OF SITUATION
A mysterious feeling is teasing me from last night,
i am lost in my own world & unable to sleep tight,
wasting my intelligence quotient in imagining,
to breathe in a healthy environment that am creating.
The whole world calls me a heartbroken baby,
but they aren't aware of the reality,
Now all that matters to me is to survive,
to invoke the lost passion to be alive.
The pathetic past has proved itself to be a nightmare,
invades over me & my heartless soul when the lids are closed, as they are,
gives a jerk when this dead mass lies flat,
doesn't approves of my rest whether I slept or sat!