Countless breaths,
Pulled from my chest.
My thoughts,
Pushed deep inside.
I shiver,
Picturing a soul-less life.
I drown,
Looking at my soul-less life.
Crying curled up,
In the corner of my facade.
Screaming standing up,
In the middle of my facade.
Laughing uncontrollably,
No tears left to flow.
Giving up slowly,
No thoughts left to provoke.
" Saanso mein saans na aye.
Khuabo mein khuab na rhe.
Zindagi kati jaa rhi hai.
Yeh dorr jiske sahare,
Mein zinda hoon.
Yeh kati jaa rhi hai.
Inn palhon se mujhe bachao.
Iss tanhai se mujhe bachao. "
Life remained,
My body disintegrated.
Nothing left behind,
Not even my memory.
Life wasted.
No second chance.
You only live once,
Sounds overrated.
But doesn't living without a legacy,
A legacy to be remembered by,
Sound.... boring?
Thoughts poured in,
Life instilled again.
Took a breath,
And breathed in the pain.
A pain so worth it.
That you felt alive.
Life never felt so ineffable,
And you became it's legacy.
Now.
We begin.
On our journey to,
The centre of our souls.
Scared by yourself.
Exhilarated by yourself.
Intoxicated by yourself.
I survive now.
You live now.
~CrosOver
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