2. Crying Boy

Wished for Rain.

Got few eye Drops.

Wished for Eye Drops

Got few pain drops.

My inkbottle is full of pain drops.

Forced to write till it gets empty.

I need my bottle back.

Soon.

And it must be dry.

I like blue.

Just like the blue ink.

But not Blues.

Somehow the drops are color less.

Not Red, not blue, not black.

Somebody stole the color,

Leaving the blank ink in the bottle.

How can someone read my writings,

if the ink is color less?

1. Something words can’t describe

You lost your vision.

Since you don’t have eyes,

You will never know how it feels like,

; To see something beautiful.

Something words can’t describe.

You lost your touch.

Since you don’t have fingers,

You will never know how it feels like,

; To feel something so smooth.

Something words can’t describe.

You lost all your senses.

Since you don’t have body,

You will never know how it feels like,

; To perceive something so good.

Something words can’t describe.

You already lost her.

Since she really doesn’t exist,

You will never know how it feels like,

; To live your life in it’s best.

Again something words can’t describe.

You lost your soul.

Since you don’t have a life,

You will never know how it feels like,

; To be alive.