Bottlenecked

Such a mess is my life
So much to do but aint no time
Don’t make me release my fists
I grip tight a thing made of sand particles called time
Don’t make it obvious
I already doubt there is nothing left inside
I used to get those vibes
all the time

Oh dear love
Walk away!!
This is not the door to knock
Oh dear, escape!!
It’s the end of our talk

Let me drown
inside the lake of memories in my mind
Don’t try to bribe
I’ve stored million dreams, all the sweetest things ever said to me
Trust me I’m fine
Don’t you see?
These ripples and bubbles, the tokens of my love,
emerge as I breathe with my thoughts submerged

Oh dear love
Walk away!!
This is not the door to knock
Oh dear, escape!!
It’s the end of our talk

Go rain on someone else’s head
who has some air to breathe and space for memories
Oh dear love, move ahead
Excuse me please.

Photo Credit: spiegellicht.deviantart.com
Photo Credit: spiegellicht.deviantart.com
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  1. I can learn much from these words. I wish i could say and feel the words to say go away…

  2. “These ripples and bubbles, the tokens of my love”… Somehow i cant stop reading this line.

  3. “Go rain on someone else’s head
    who has some air to breathe and space for memories”
    …. powerful piece, Neeraj!

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