Why run, when you are enjoying the auspicious pain,
Delusional is a man who thinks that Love is a game.
They’ve possessed now this contemporary business, Love
Which was once a pure glance attention, love
All the preserves are now living like prisoners. Love
Golden faces, places, and all the cases are blushing after elite personalities,
Concrete jungle ; concrete thoughts
Are now their similarities.
I’m crying,I’m wounded
Silly girl talk or mature lady walk !
which is which & who is who,
Gullible boy or gentlemen’s toy ?
Innocent love or a shattered dove
All seems same in this dingy game.
Well it was so much easier in earlier days,
Often sentiments burn like hays.
Why veil ? when you can’t much conceal.
Towards a shadow, a crying fertile meadow ?
As it’s get deeper & deeper,
You watch yourself growing like creeper.
Wonder what kind of people they were? Who’s Love earned Love !
Because when I desired soft petals,
Came back disguised as thorny buds, A shiny postured studs.
This is now and that was then,
I’ll take leave, good luck my short term span.
I wonder all the time?