Paranoid.
Feeling restless,
I’m sitting out in this field.
Looking at the sky,
Contemplating about my life.
From it what have I yield?
Stepping into adulthood, now,
I can feel it, how paranoid, I am.
There are so many things, in my mind,
But there’s no one I could confide in.
Behind this strong, rough face,
There’s a paranoid little chap hiding.
No one cares to ask, what I feel,
So every night, I look at the sky,
Where she comes out,
Listens to all my stories,
All my fears and all my glories.
I consider, in my life,
she has come as a boon,
For I spend my every night,
Talking to her. Talking to the moon.
– Shine.
– Abhishek Gupta.