ALOK BAHUKHANDI - Sometimes

Sometimes I am Rude, Sometimes I am cold.
I am an open book, yet some chapters need to be unfold.
In a hard shell from outside there resides a soft pie.
Having no dream, just need to be loved by each and every eye.
At times I am certain, At times I loose my moxie.
In front of an ocean of happiness, but still I feel thirsty.
The more I try to get away, the more times pushes me closer to that cloud
nine.
Yes I know that I can’t be there, but still there lies a hope, deep inside the spine.
The jar of sanity seems to be overfilled; now I want to live in this lunacy
Where every action is absolute