By Aster Dsouza
To believe is to deceive.
To believe is to doubt.
To relieve is the pain you feel,
To relieve the grief is profound.
Nothing feels real, yet everything is the truth.
My conscience feels numb, with time fleeting, we grew.
Lost track of today, we all go astray.
Lost track of reality, my mind starts to sway.
‘Today’, ‘Tomorrow’, there’s no difference.
Birthday is just another day and so is Christmas.
Forgetting your childhood, forgetting yesterday.
Forgetting faces, forgetting their names.
Slowly you forget, it becomes your fear.
Looking at an unknown face in the mirror.
Forgetting your name, forgetting your face.
Forgetting your identity and the dreams you chase.
Forgetting the hate, forgetting the sorrow.
Forgetting the depth of life that you borrow.
Forgetting the day gone too nice, always spoils.
Forgetting you come from and go to the soil.
Forgetting that nothing can be everything if you want.
Forgetting that everything will go to nothing, is a fall.