Is it the face I see everywhere... Is it the smile that glare... Is it the mind that is fixed on the first stare... Or is it the madness that keeps raising its flare...
It is the moment that is still there... It is the feeling of being in the air... It is the eyes dark brown or it needs a layer... It is the boundary I can’t get in there...
Wait! Maybe It’s over, the thing that was never there... Drizzle can’t make the mood same everwhere... Silence is cuddling the night with soft music in ears... Ufff! It’s again the same face as soft as a dove layer...
Can’t make the entry in the light until it is nice to be in a dark share... Light is stolen long back when it was a naive player... The same face is the thief which is still that fair... Go on with the life where ever life gives you a happy flavor...