On These Broken Roads I Stand And Seek(With Sneha)

On these broken roads I stand and seek

Too old anymore, to try and weep

What can i say?

I am a broken soul

I cannot stand anymore,

my broken home

so here i am,

on a broken road

Sitting atop, what would seem to be

a broken pole

Trying hard to take in,

the broken view

So hard to bring

my broken self to you

On my broken side, i turn to sleep,

counting a hundred half dead sheep

Then the pain torpedoes through me,

with such cliche

A million times a day,

It happens to me this way

I plunge into the icy escapade of a world

I'm broken, my heart's too

It's like someone, beat up my feelings black and blue

I wait to be picked up,

but i only lie there, wasting away,

as the sun goes up and down

Do i smile or frown?

Like sticks of dynamite on a railroad line

my broken self is placed in the centre

of the inferno that is not mine

Tell me

Do i self-destruct or waste time?

Love itself will not suffice,

to hold me together, my pain far worse

than before, tired of the same broken world

I was born in, i go

To places i do not really know

Stopping alone

To lie on the path, the broken now whole

To see my waking dreams, for once, bearing hope

I stand again,

on that broken road

For the time being,

all alone

I cannot go back,

to the life i have left

My love, my lies, my pain,

for now at rest

And so it ends

(Written in collaboration with Sneha Murali)