I get up, have something to eat, leave for work, come back home and at times I do pray
Maze is the word I would give to this life that keeps my brain working
My heart is not heard most of the times and it keeps asking
Will I ever live again, in this complex emotional rain?
Its killing me like this and giving so much of pain, Will I ever live again?
I console myself by saying it’s going to be different every night I go to bed
I mishear my heart and think it’s happy again whereas it’s not what’s being said
Why we do this to ourselves why we make our soul cry
There are no tears left, even the eyes gone dry
Will my soul ever see the sun again in this foggy life?
My inner voice makes me shiver by asking if it will ever be heard again.
But then that’s life, is what I think every time I get tired
When there no hope and no one to make me inspired
Not even a single thing I get that I ever desired
Life is life and no matter what it does, I think it still needs to be admired
So I have almost ,stopped asking this question whether I will live again
But I am not sure how long I will sustain without asking – Will I ever live again!