Closed my eyes and let the dead come But then you gave your hand and brought light

Forgot that love exists but then I saw your eyes A man in front of me with so much wise

Was it love or was it my last hope?

Almost ended up being Sylvia path but then I saw your face and coped up

Was it love or was it my last chance?

Junior and senior combination? Guardian and learner session

Baby, baby i cried and then saw him in my arms Was it love or was it just comfort?

I didn't know how to breathe in my own breath I saw it coming and my body left on his lap Thy not act like a catharsis but then later became a prisoner of cupid

Was it love or was it an addiction?

Gothic novels all over thy cupboard

While romcom all round my brain Beauty had to end someday

Here we come with another piled up garbage

Was it love or was it just a dream?

It had to rain after a beautiful warm summer Looked outside the window and murmured Seasons had to change, from 12pm to 12am Sylvia Plath once again?

Call the cardiologist? Call the psychiatrist? Or call the "visitor"?

~Ankita Sarkar