Where to go when you have no one to be with,

lost with the sky and here I am still smirking.

Missing everything which didn't belong to me,

I am nothing but an untouched muse.

With every string I play, I bleed cutting my hand.

So done with the air, my life and love.

My feet are shivering, my hands have no one to touch,

you make mine, to be awaken.

-Riya Shah