"Do not tell me it's the state of my mind that Crave for meaningful commitments Do not tell me, our doors are mutually exclusive, That cannot open to same pathway"
I am in the make and modes of that solitary ***** Who does not know what is the gift of the given moment. Who does not know whether the next breath is life or not having it anymore.
I am the ***** living life on the edges when not in the fringes! With desultory realms of engagements, Let me avoid that growing sarcastic curve on your face When "my passions are flimsy"; why define the adulations any lower!
So my 'distant untouched enigma'; Do not be dismayed at this callous, rantings of mine; I have done with many futile 'serious' talkathons... Ignore me as a silly, frivolous thought Flew in and darted away in an afternoon siesta