Like the shadow of the moon and the ripples which reverberated,
Mind which is clouded with the shadow of the doubts hunted,
Mind which is filled with echoes of the murmurs around,
Like the night filled with mysterious mindless whisperer haunted.
As the colourless daylight fades away, I sit alone in my dark room,
Neither the daylight holds any meaning nor the darkened night,
Days pass by, months go on quietly, years move ahead swiftly,
With nothing but promises of more lonely and empty days ahead.
Life is a strive, I guess I was born into the midst of qualms,
Fighting always against the spirits which keeps me down,
Always been misjudged and mistrusted in every stage of life,
Bringing out the rebel inside instead of an understanding approach.
Always insecure with the insecurities of those with me,
Never been understood, never, when I needed others to,
All this takes a toll on the mind and my mind despair,
Like a restless wind I howl and howl, I want to get louder.
A little voice in the mind says end it all, just surrender,
Once it ends all ends with it, the fight, the rebellion, the restlessness,
A quiet little place awaits with nothing but a stream running,
Where I remain like a shadow along with the shadow of the moon.