It blows in me the dark ,
the dark that resides behind that old and big tree ,
blood start running faster ,
and getting wasped as boiled water ,
my patience somewhat melt ,
and i start behaving as a hungry tiger ,
who is roaming in search of pure flavoured deers .
It translates my energy into dustbin ,
makes me tired , dissatisfied and hopeless man ,
to control myself i start to look for ,
a place with no one ,
eyes breaks the barrier and tears appealed me to 'all is well ',
aftet loosing them all ,
when face is fully wet ,
i feel relaxed and comfortable.
Anger checks mine controlling power ,
but i learned how to react in these situations.
P