~Shrisha Tuladhar~
When the world’s on the start
I’m still on the ways
And the ways to make things right
And when the world’s looking beautiful
I pop to mess things up
And mess myself up on the way
I have been a fool in all the season
For all the reasons I see the mud on my face
When I behold it to be right
And start every thing with a fight
There are situation I can’t bite
And trap myself between nothingness
The thunders in the night make me wonder
Why aint I like you or some body else?
Or why I landed here for no reason?
It’s hard for me to walk between these lines
For the lies I’m not meant for
Or for the truth I’m not suppose to hold
I find myself to be a perfect mess
And no matter how hard I try
I feel myself to be a mess .
Shrisha Tuladhar
Maitidevi, Kathmandu
(Source : Tanneri Dot com – Issue 2 – Magh, 2061)
