Sometimes nothing works
But just doing nothing, works
On the track of peace
What did we actually loose?
Sometimes, who
truly care for us
If infallible tranquility
defines you
Storms and tsunami are vague
I'm in the gray of ocean
Watching people ambling
with scuba cylinders in their
hand on the shore
Earnestly asking me
"Are you fine there?"
Tryin to explore placid betwixt
None either trouble or hurt us
It's just we being hurt n troubled
Sounds as a sorcery there?
But can't sense it regardless
Uttering anything makes everything even worse
Nonetheless, only ears
can hear you
not anyone's heart
Locating restfulness in
your deepest fears
Smiling whilst blubbering inside
Pretending can never be
called as serenity
But can't detect a spot where I can sob even deep down
