What made you hide yourself? You cover to avoid exposure! When pain and scars evolved. You disguise to be untouched! A mask is a refuge of a weak and coward warrior. Why hide when you can be real? A masked face , conceals reality. A bare face, reveals deception. Wearing it is lying to yourself.
Saw you around… when the sun is in hiding. You seems crippled, can’t walk but just a concealment. You cry without sounds, but the night openly declares the pleas within. The heart utters…. Why i can’t understand? Why I rebel and reason a lot? Why a lot of questions and less of answers? Why I
Tick- tock……Tick- tock… thump thump…ba boom…. ….ba bump and ….. lub-dub … voices…. more voices! The melody of hearts is orchestrated when it’s felt. True love connects in the enchantment of the music dance by both hearts. An adoration is best express when it radiates in actions. I rather be deaf than hearing the chaos
To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did. To get a real happiness is to give up someone and something you treasure. To choose to be with the joy of your life is to sacrifice your own. To dream of a better life is to experience pain and sorrows.
The old facade turn into a ravishing lovers lane. There’s always an enchanting music in the air. Never seen and felt such sensational with her before. Never imagine, she turned to a stunning lady. Is this what love can do? Then , I want someday it will be mine too. Will their union last forever?
Saw all kinds of people so eager roaming around! Felt their joy while my heart is frozen . Heard banging music; with enormous beats! Perceived all while the mind is baffled! Who to cling when you’re confused by all the noises? Why so loud, this ears can’t contain? Does it brings melody to this heart?
You came… In the midst of uncertainties you baffled. A strange yet splendid, alleviate the fear. A spell one dare not to wake. A madness thought to be an answer. …You played In the unknown circumstances you ventured. A risky “yes” controlling within. A doubtful “No” wavering judgement. A game without escape perceived to
Gone are the days of shared laughters. Real love already emerged and windup soon! ………. Rubbing the eyes with dried night’s tears. Forcing the self to rise from deluge of dreams. Unfixed hair and slacken self. Are the usual days of a fuddled, muzzy ways. Same mornings, old beds and boring milieu. Same feelings and
Anyone is into something that could revive, refuel and ignite the heart for love. Yet when despairing, you hold on to any dying thing. At gloomy night, an ember is life. What is this thing that lit a bit and soon diminish? It lightens for a while and burns to residue. Why you inflamed me
To question the essence of love is to question life. Everyone can’t escape the reality that love is the sole thing that liven and shattered the days. Needs probing ? What is life if the sun doesn’t show up? when the dark clouds cover the promise of sunrise. What is dream if the moonlight is
Once a prevailing ordinary days… The same people, same places and same self. A routine that could bore a dashing, sassy lass. A dullsville life enkindle the wolf to engage. Saw it coming, never been bothered, fascinated even more. Enchanted and enthralled by its flowery language. It enslaved the reasons and empathy within. A once
The dawn welcomes a life, filled with agitation. The Giver never fails to sustain until fully fledged. ….She grows, plays, enjoys, blooms! Knows only one thing: … She’s loved in which she alone can tell. An innocent lass, enjoying freely a joyous notion will last. When young, everything is desirous. A mind hard to twist,