Rusted Soul

The Rusted Soul

There was a time I use to meet myself
Sitting alone , settling sun, travelling a world of thoughts
From birds to skies, from clouds to trees
Emanated a solace and always had me caught

They were my friends also my enemies
They were the noise also my melodies
Sun would go, moon would rise
We would bid that day's goodbyes

But soon I was surrounded by world called people's
There stares were sharp , I was always on scarp
My sun was left behind, my sky had resigned
Heartless faces had be inclined

Then came a time my universe started getting blurred
Stepping far away from them I was in a hole
I rubbed my eyes , but all in vein
Now their stares tell me I am the rusted soul