Chances are given out of mercy
And fools take it for fancy
Oh my dear, you have made a fantasy out of it!
Lest you know my spirally binded sinews, being tightly folded and molded..like the abused pile of clothes before meeting the cloth line..
Reconciliation won't be bothered here.. for nothing is to be restored..
It felt like a deep sleep I was in
And something deep inside thuds on uneven intervals
and I realised that somewhere Im living inside another dream where I'm already a mother of two and
Love and care and life is centered on me
Which I was always scared to meet and create..for which I always was hesitant to..
infatuated with your cold hands before my conscious vaporised ..for it was admired with all of me held tight..but the short period in between the dream I'm depressed and devastated time and again
All I could ask for was the truth until I fear the oblivion itself vanishes without a trace.
