STOP THINKING

With chin over my palm.
I briskly think of my life.
Brevity of some sort is smashing it down.
Smashing it to lifeless minutes.
                                                           

                                                                      Breezy air has transformed into storm.

Estuary to painful brine.

I wish i could hold all changes.

Never would a tear scroll down.

 

 



 

 Responsibilities grabbing me tight.
Facial expressions doesn't change at all.
I eulogise of those childhood days.
Never did I think at all.

Money though luscious to soul.

My brain can't give up its thinking.

If my heart could stop bleeding profusely.

I would have frozen its feeling.

Life is molding into a beautiful me.

Still am ashamed of my selfishness.

Of all I can do to lighten this sane soul.

Is to stop thinking so tenous.