• prathmeshshinde_ 5w

    _Stressed _Out

    Walking in circles, running down the lane...
    Climbing up the steps and falling down the stairs...
    Counting days to weekend, crawling up the bed..
    Life is not a dream, life is a twisted game...
    Earn some money here, spend some money there...
    Driving car in maze, breathe all the smoke and haze...
    I miss my childhood days, I miss all my great friends...
    Sad it may sound, few laughs are pretty loud...
    Pay your rent and bills, skip your sleep and meals...
    Rush and mess everywhere, work hard everyday..
    Small talk, hungry minds. Big fight, revenge and lies....
    I'm holding life's rope..I close my eyes in hope...

    © Prathmesh Rajendra Shinde
    ©prathmeshshinde_