I Share My Lines

Why don't you stop playing with my heart - You may not know, but you are hurting me a lot - Break-up and sort were things of past - Now it may be my breath that is last. You played with me as if you don't know - I knew that and should have said no - Then I thought just let it go - As I felt you have nowhere else to go - But, again and again you did the same - Every time your excuse were lame - I wonder what joy you get - What life for me, you gonna set. I don't blame you, I don't hate - The love you showed me though it's fake - My feelings are mine and I will show - Because, it's you who showed me how to love. I will still try and I will smile - Keeping aside my pain for a while - What matters to me most, all is you - Because, all I did was to love you. - Justin (Please provide the feedback below, or forward it to justinnen@gmail.com)

A question we always ask ourselves, Or better should ask oneself, Seeking answers for which we spent a lifetime, Most of them fade before the right time. Six feet under, we lie beneath the surface, Most of them with the same question on their face, Travelling these six feet, what I earn is a name, My journey ends in defining this name. Everyone plays a role indeed, Some are good and some bad, Though some are bad, they help us build, The good one, mostly fade with life's shade. I also learned, there is always a one, On you they will have authority, Also, when I am an option to someone, For some, I am a priority. With a new life in this world, We are already the past - a history, To the life's cycle, the new born is already sold, And, we end up our mystery. Six feet under, we lie beneath the surface, Most of them with the same question on their face, Travelling these six feet, what I earn is a name, My journey ends in defining this name. - Justin (...

Thinking of what to write – Feels like words are far from my sight, Somehow somewhere I am lacking the words. The bubble in the bottle, The drips through the tube, Least caring about the pain, Injecting medicine through my vein. They say I live on that, Without them I am not going far, But I know what is what, Medicine?, No, there is something more than that. The ink that flows reveals my feelings, There is a paper that capture my feelings, And the heart that is always there to feel, Is the sole strength that makes me heal. The love for the language, the craze to write, The belief in me that my path is right, A blessing by HIM, that very few catch, Till the last breath, my spirit will fly high, With any decease, I'll always fight. - Justin (Please provide the feedback below, or forward it to justinnen@gmail.com)