There is something that my heart may feel,
Something, that mind is afraid to reveal,
Is it someone seeing though me, that makes me squeal,
I may be down, but then not that I need you.
Once, I lied for seconds and slept for hours,
Worked to death, aimed for the stars,
Today, the dreams are empty and my soul jars,
Will someone hold me, but then not that I need you.
I see not the pain of the poor; I see not the king’s coronation,
I see not the meaning; I see not the intention,
I see not the way; I see not the destination,
Will someone show the way, but then not that I need you.
I died in her arms, but before, I died in her mind,
She showed me the love, but it was me who was blind,
Never spoke my mind, my tongue was tied,
Today, I know not who to speak to, but then not that I need you.
Have got all the matter, but lost all that mattered,
Stood upright, showed fight, when spirits were battered,
Showed Courage, showed care, yet was left shattered,
Sometimes my heart asks why? Was it “Not that I need you”?
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I am not competent enough to comment on the qualtiy of the piece. Everytime I read a piece i wonder what the author must be thinking when he wrote that. Somehow I cant relate the piece with the personality of yours I have in my mind. It seems that lot of time has passed and you have changed a lot but the impressions in my mind are still of you few years back.
Or maybe its the hollowness you are feeling right now in your life - maybe whatever targets you had for yourself till few years back you have fullfilled and you are thinking - now what?
Maybe its time to get married and add reasons for running in the rat race.
Maybe its time to set eyes on new mountains
Sir, its just meant to be a piece, not autobiography, no I dont feel no hollowness, and marriage, who knows that even beats the hollowness out of u? wonder what is left then ;)
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