Sweet nymph, dreams are a land
I have no control, just across
the wailing wall is the land of nightmares.

I haven't seen you for long,
correct me if i am wrong.Though I
                             really don't want, I still dream you.
                                    Nothing could be done about it
                                                  even if we both don't want!

A blindfolded man, young and handsome
makes love to a woman tied down to bed posts,
her contorted face has a bitter sweet expression
a painter's enigmatic canvas would love.

Her eyes. two small animals
one is hate the other love in disguise,
that slowly come in to terms with
the strange game's rules.Egos of the pair
tell two different stories.I am conscious
of the fact that actors have no control over the script.

The show continues, even if the script changes
no more victory for any one, I am sure.
Did I hear a song about wrong choices,
who decides the cast, and how to change?

Will they ever find the winding path
to the sun drenched meadow,
from where the blue hills look nearer?