"Didn't find anything,
to be as peaceful and satisfying as
raging war against the thoughts
in my head
that pester me to adore my past." *
             Huh!!
With every passing hour that you let
yourself dream,
you stab your own heart
with your very hand &
relish the thought of bleeding
at your own convenience.
Then Gradually, I knew
the words I wrote
to make you everlasting,
imprint of my love...
will be my burial ground
dug by your very hands.