Flying In Th Rain

loneliness is a gift, to people when they are in search for companionship: and 'death' when they just need to be lonely. crushing hours that seem like eternity images of the horrid past hover like bees, buzzing silently,but stinging.. the whole world is shut by the four walls; the idiot box,pen,paper and nightmares are all that are left, and the shrieking tick-tock of the clock: reminds that "time is moving on", It waits for none..but glances laughs at the weeping souls that longs to forget the defiance and deceit of life. Emotions play in the garden of our heart Like orphans, And laughter seems to betray holy thoughts soon its gone like a whirlwind; Teaching us the most important lesson 'Nothing lasts forever' So buckle up;fake it all And someday you'll wake up to find Everything is true.... and its good...