Bismillahirrahmanirrahim,

Have you ever heard? "Lost in translation."

The feeling of not knowing how to explain.

The feeling of not knowing how to describe.

I am lost in translation.

Would you understand if I try to tell you?

Would you not call me hopeless as others?

How should I start this with?

How about the little sparks that burst in your heart countless times. How about the unexpected thrills you felt at the tip of my finger. How about the unexpected smile that appears at the corner of your lips. How about the increasing beating of your own heartbeats. How about the rush of blood pumping throughout your own veins. How about all the "what ifs" in your head. How about those little scribbles at the end of the page. How about being trapped in your own mind. How about the words that remain unsaid kept in your mouth. How about the undying hope you keep at the end of the day.

But tell me,
Can you feel it too?

Can you feel the tears threatening to trickle down your face. Can you feel your heart slowly wilt to ashes. Can you feel the dark hopelessness swallowing you down. Can you feel falling to the pit of despair. Can you feel you are losing hope. Can you feel that everything have become a waste. Can you feel how you gamble your heart for none. Can you feel being a loser in your own game.

I wish to stop.

All this blooming love,
And all this unspeakable pain,

Is lost in translation.
From my heart to my mouth.

P.S : This is getting out of hand. Lol. Hm.