Sinking

Lord! Do you understand me?

Just say, you understand me..

Though I feel like a fallen angel

Though I have lost my kindred light

Though I am slithering away from radiance

Though I am just the shadow of the night

I am ousted from my flame

But I am still the same

They are hurt; they must be seething

I am alive and I am still breathing

Sinking, drowning, gasping for air

But I keep breathing

Enough have I earned, enough you’ve fend me

Just one last favor

Just say, say you understand me

Feel free to think of me as anathema

Feel free to look at me despairing

Shake head at my bad judgments

Tag me as heathen, uncouth, scheming

I bow my head to all the blames

You can fix me in any frame

They are hurt; their eyes are bleeding

Sinking, drowning in the pool of their woes

Here I am alive, still breathing...

Enough have I destroyed your faith

 Enough you have mend me

Just one last favor

Please, say, say you understand me

I am just a fallen angel

And it was my choice to fall again

And yet I am stubborn to think;

The inference wasn’t that bad

Lord! You might try to pull me up

And proud resolute me, might refrain

People might go against my calculations

They may see deceptions in my pain

But if I attain my designed transitions

Despite all fallouts; I will be glad

Answerable to no one, I choose to be blight

Fancy, this discoloration of my soul

Amazed, they think of me as flawless being?

Awestruck, this ugly sight of my spirit

Dumbstruck, they saw me as an angel?

Sinking, drowning in sea of misconceptions

Tainted in disguise, I am still breathing

Tugging pulling the veils of falsity

Praying silently, hoping

Just hoping

In my true colors, you will stand me

Lord! Say for once

You do understand me

I no longer shudder in the nights

Numbness no more freezes my soul

I am not shaken by infinite derisions

Accusations don’t chase my whole

Ive weaned off my tears, eyes are dry

I don’t choke on words, neither do I cry

I dance among the demons of destiny

I smile through the piercing incisions

I can brave all the thorns you bestow

Just give me the sign, let me know

Show me that my efforts are reaching

Just a signal that they are healing

Seclusions are alive; vivacity is dyeing

drowning, sinking in whirlpool of contritions

Here i am alive, I am still breathing

In hope that, one day

You will decipher my gestures and me

Some day! Lord!

     You will understand me….