We humans are trapped in illusion of emotions,
We humans are too fragile to be in sound motion,
We humans are hollow void,
Empty of everything that ignites the oil,
We humans are, pretending to be armoured stones,
So afraid of people, to eyes humans are prone.
Desperately empty yet filled with hopes,
Happily bleeding on path to adorn,
Like an orchestra filled with distracted hosts,
We humans, build castles of sand,
Yet we forget to keep away jinxed hand,
We humans are trapped in wraps,
Wraps of our over-love and understanding that lacks,

"If I had the map, i would get out of this track."
Oh but you  deceive yourself like a brat,
Dragging your cores in maze that mirror you as vulnerable man,
Masking the fact, that you can!

Oh my dear!!
You unsee the keys and cry over locks,
You know the ways out ,
but decide to stay in doubt.
For you are always ignoring the oracle that surrounds.
That's the tragedy of you humans,
Who are trapped in emotions and frown.

And you are the waves and I'm the bay,
Trying my best to make you stay,
I wrap my arms around you,
Yet you retreat without a clue,
I stretch them as much as I can,
Yet my grasp is never a 'ten',
I wish to keep you close and confined, Oh!! my rocks can never aline,
This pendulum of clock,
And my love for thy,
Your departure recites,
the melancholic sigh.
You are the muse that I never can write,
For I would keep you alive in eyes,
So that when I die,
I die with your sight.
(preserved in eyes).

Sometimes we are closer than ever,
And then we go far apart ,
Oh my heart!! It wrecks every hour,
when I can't throw you 'hi'
And  you leave addressing a bye.
I know this jealousy is not mine to keep,
Yet it dwell inside so deep ,
I wish to fight this distance we keep,
Yet another chaos and I'm at bleed,
I wish to keep these wreckage unseen,
Yet another day and I weep
With all the abience I dry and clean,
To deal with muse I meet on streets  
These silence like knife dug in streams,
Indelible museums, how hurt seeps,
And for my own sake I wish to sneak,
Sneak from present, and past ,
for it is the future that must last.

And love is something that never satisfied my soul,
Tempest of emotions, tornadoes of thoughts.

Futile are constellations you adore,
For it is not the magnetic world of alphabets,
But the realms of gold inside, eternal bond of warmth,
then is when affections of yours can replace agony, on cathedral, inside I behold.

Do not be in disguise, I won't mind!! Show me your craters, as if sipped wine.
Do not conceal your hot atoms,
let them bombard with passion.
Don't you bleed on fetter,
let real you grow wings and flutter.

Let me trace your demons and dejected face you hide,
Show me the depth, I'll measure the fathoms of salt, a suppressed tide.
The fossils which underneath your skin lies,
I'll show you then, what beauty they put out of sight.