Like an abandoned piece of crap
My words were thorwn out
by my mother tongue.
Heart was throbbing out through
the rib cages as if to let it free.
I stood there like a refugee in my land
I felt lonliness in the crowd
I have choked on the silence
That's how depression feels like,
Seemingly nothing outside,
A burning volcano inside,
Pour an ocean on it,
It would boil into vapours.
My drunken words are out
Wandering in bars and pubs
Taking puff of cigarettes with strangers.
My poems stood in the street light,
And slept with everyone passed by,
With young and old,
With Men and women ,
but still was in love with you..
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