31st May '13
Just feel so lost somedays
Like I belong nowhere
Not even to myself
Like I’m a drifting kite
With cut strings
Trying to merge myself
Match my colour
To the terrains
I drift over
When the wind doesn’t blow
I seek a cote in corners
On treetops,
And tangles of the city wires
I get wet in rain
I get torn
I get patches of dirt
I’m a drifter
Of the sky
I’m a piece of paper
From the tree
I’m a wanderer
Who got lost
And then died.