Why do tears from the heart, as a stream down the cheek does flow?
Why do I have to live life and let troubles around, to grow?
Why do I have to reap weeds that others are planning to sow?
Why is it so... Why do I feel that you're trying to ignore me?
Is it something to do with the way that you see my cryptic spree?
Or is it that my self-centeredness has never let you be free?
Or is it that I've never let you live life the way you agree?
Why is it so... Why am I not able to express the feeling?
Why is it that I'm always incomplete in things I'm dealing?
Why is it that life seems now, so damn grueling?
Everything that I do and think seems so unappealing?
Why is it so... Why can't I hide within, all my emotions?
Why do I feel so frustrated without any possible invocations?
Why does anger boil my veins, with no provocations?
Why do I give into sadness without any convolutions?
Why is it so... Why am I unable to help happiness, spread?
Why do I always do deeds that others always dread?
Why is life being torn like clothe made from the weakest thread?
Why don't I understand others? Is there no place for my head?
The Johny
