Treasure Island

kaavyaa kriday

(21 nov 1991 / faridabad)

CaLm n SiLeNt


My tears are my own..never will they be yours.
My pain is mine only..never will i give it to you
coz its not gonna be in You to take them
coz its gonna be difficult for you to understand it all.

My insecurity when comes in store
i wish i could just wipe it off d floor.
but even if i'm able to do that
this feelin comes in crawling once more.

You wont understand this pressure
so just remain clam and slient
coz i cant help you in dis mess of my own
coz its not gonna be in You to clear it off
so just remain calm and silent
so that i can gather together my own shattered soul

Submitted: Saturday, November 15, 2008
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