Drowning to survive

Every day I think that today will be the day I will have no fear

Every day I think that today will be the day when I will not shear

She is my best friend to whom I want to firmly clay

She is my fest, to whom I want to sway

Now a days I am not feeling good about things

Now a days I am not peeling wood from twigs

I write and write only about her day and night

I bright and sight only her in dark though being in fright

Who are this “she” and “her” was once asked to me

Who is this tree who has sheltered a bee like me?

Cannot answer any of this twists

Cannot cluster any of this wrist

I do not know that person that’s what is concluded

I do not grow any pun though it is framed and sounded

I do not expect any yes from her

But I may not be courageous enough to handle any sad cheers

What a midway of dilemma I am in?

That I cannot overcome and bundle up my fear

Life has its own goals and fight

And I have some molded roads to wipe

Two sides of magnets are always attracted

But mine is not silly attraction where magnet will be acted