.....the beats of your heart are now resonating in mine.
& that powerful resonate is firm enough to reach each vein of my
heart,
And piercing the contracting muscles
with  suppressions of relaxing ones.

It's true
That
I care
Care a lot
Even more than a lot.
It just took me down
A regular down
Or simply uncontrollable
Breakdown
& that's my problem
My silly behavior,
My witless habit,
I wanted it to leave,
I wanted it to quit,
But
I'm unable
I'm habitual
Suppressed by my own words,
Defeated by my own thoughts,
Just fed up
By my own world
Why??
Because
I care
Care a lot
More than a lot

Let your perpetual glow remains only yours & not a kinda force.
The sparkles in gratitude attached through you should certified yours.

Let your flare be sunshine not the moon's borrowed luminance.
Fill the eternity with your memorable & abiding fragrance.

The glittering in your eyes credited for you constantly endures.
Your gaze and rays, flirting ways, should never remorse.

Give the sky a privilege to be amazed with your glimmer essence.
Wishes, Blisses, passion & ardor ,never  let them cross your dream's fence.

Even your hardening fist and glaring eyes are favorable.
Cause both have witnessed the untie knot and memories which are indelible.

What should I write?
   my condition,
        my confusion,
              my contusion.
What should I hide?
    my tears,
        my failures,
             my deterioration.
What should I fake?
     my smiles,
         my laughs,
             my fines.
What should I celebrate?
    my never owned trust,
       my never happened success,
           my never lived life.
What should I called?
         my ignorant pals,
             my inattentive menage,
                  my inconsiderate folk.

Forgive the mistakes,
Set the freedom and love a little more.
Be patient and define your goal.
Cause! Who knows?
Tomorrow will never fall.


Forget the omissions,
Aid the broken, flutter the sun's warmth.
Remain with zeal and find the never withdrawing soul.
Cause! Who knows?
Tomorrow will never fall.

The silences comprised in the beautiful rhyme.
And repentance which are running out of time.
Defending the rebel against the predator.
Realize with destructive path and amity distributor.

Deliberately mixing selves in the awful lies' lime.
Affecting with falsehood doing self defined crime.
Until when? the untold utterance will be the interrupter.
Nails are stitching the daze and it remains only motivator.