Turning Ashes…

Hustle bustle of day and night

Ignites up a fire in my mind.

Every thought adds up the spark

And so the burning fury starts.

Friction of my mind and heart

Ends up to burning fast.

Situations day by day

Hath confusion as a fuel intake.

Mood swings as a river flows

And beeps up the danger light.

Every bit of the body aches

And every bit of soul cries.

The turmoil and rush

Just suffocates me inside.

And so burning slowly

And burning lowly,

I’m turning ashes

Is what I find.