Eyelashes

Eyelashes are supposed to keep dust out
But for me, it keeps the tears inside
Helps me to hide my true feelings
Brimmed inside my eyes
For me, its a picture of hope
As it flies away in the wind
With the little pray i said
Before i blew on it
My eyelashes doesnt flutter
Nor does it ever shy
It doesnt blacken against a mascara
Nor does it become long and twirled
My eyelashes are simple
Just the way i am

What happens

What happens when gour nightmare
And your day dreams are the same person

What happens the rain brings down dirt
And washes away life

What happens when music drowns her shrieks
And she becomes yet another victim of man

What happens when the drugs to save life
Becomes a lethal combination and takes away a soul

What happens when the guy whom you love
Promises you to someone for some notes

What happens when people forget smile
And frowns at anyone who wishes them

Unable to do anything right

I am unable to read a book, its my favourite past time. I no longer listen to music and no longer enjoy any movies. I no longer feel like travelling or meeting friends. When at work i feel like goibg home just to lie down and when at home i dont feel like getting out of bed. I am hardly active. And my work is definitely affected but it seems i no longer care