A strong wave stuck by
Destructing me and my house of cards
Perhaps it was the winter breeze
For which I prayed ten months long
It was a hazy reflection
Glossing over floating pieces in slo-mo
Like weary words of once a dearest
Exploded right over my face
Oh no! That was not any breeze
A turmoil it was, dressed like hailstorm
Got blurry sight, dust in eyes
Pain in heart that felt like dying
While the heart raced against the time
I ran, jumped, galloped to catch my cards
That's when the lightening bolt found me
And we burnt, me and my soaring parts
Tag: passion
Everytime I pull myself up
You come knocking with lilies
I peep through the keyhole
And I know how I love it
I'd been longing for flowers
you sell the best ones too
I abstain opening the doors
For I'd stopped buying from you
The last time you traded
roses full of thorns
Has still got me bruises
From things I still adorn
Yet I open the door
End up buying those lilies
Through my bleeding hand
Creeps in the willies
If I don't let go now,
I'll never.
If I don't hurt now,
I'll forever.
I choose colourful pictures because these are candy days I've got an ocean to outpour a zillion emotions to save I've a colossal stretch of work many books awaiting to be read Thoughts to share and people to meet but work is probably insane Don't confound my occupied schedule as I compare it with candy days Days like these I love Days like these keep me sane
Unchained 