What To Say

What to say.....


Sometime I feel like life is just a dark way 
Where we move like a shadow 
Don't know what is the meaning of that 
And why we are here 

Sometime I feel nothing is constant 
No relation no love only I am remain alone 
All are just for name just for showoff 
Nothing else remain with us 

Feel like cry feel like to die 
Why all hurt like that And pain like hell ....
No answers nothing will change 
Then why I am here without any aim

Nothing else remain then why we are here
What is the motive and what is unchanged 
Hope and hope we doing but 
Nothing will happen as we want 

Feelings changes according to time 
Then what is according with us 
Don't know but feel like nothing 
Existing but no existence...


Hope someday I found why I am here 
What is unchanged and remain 
What is the aim of life 
And what we do here except hoping  ..........
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Dalei Avatar
May 7, 2016 at 2:37 AM
The pain of a heart is well revealed. A 7 from me. Keep on writing..........//:) with love.
A   Avatar
February 21, 2016 at 3:43 PM
well expressed... LINDA
Spagnola Avatar
January 11, 2016 at 11:46 AM
mamta, I love your use of imagery to express your depth of feeling...I spent many a day grasping for hope as you are. He (your spiritual strength of choice) Offers Peace Eternal Your piece is struggling for life's meaning. My struggle lasted as long as it did, with me clinging to hope as well. I had to find a new purpose, bigger than me..:), jill... now I aim for the moon, but shoot for the stars!
Pal Avatar
January 19, 2016 at 9:42 AM
My blessings are always with you dear . and thanks alot :)
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