Muddled between passion and reliable
Unworthy for both the norms
Authentic to promised words
Glaring to self vowed world
Flung delusion torning the tame
Full of illusion, vanished reason
Unconsciously losted lame
Trapped in deserting game
Combating steps regret the phase
Wanting the crown, freaking the rain
Veining of heart full of swords
Smiling dreams with scattered reality
Unable to find way out to social detention
Fate is cruel in the way to destiny
Unwilling running on the lines of palm
Still with a hope to conquer the desires
Still with a hope to turn the burnt into ashes

Unspoken and undiscovered words are weapons that destroy one's own peace, it becomes the broaden cliff ended up in creating heartaching distance between the essence of two different mind & single life.

Verbose is not the demand to reduce the gap but silences are no longer beneficial, single word can deal with various motions of heart & soul.

Fragile bothered echoes could be avoided but muteness can ruin the soft fragnance of beforehandly blossomed faith in the petals of unconditionally born flowers.

It's the call of desires to state the obvious reasons for the clamour of heart's rush towards the end of havoc created within the first & last warmth of amplitude.

The taste of the poetic wine, first make itself my crave, then dependency and now addiction.

Don't transform your hopes into expectations,
Cause hopes are water from clouds that will fertile the desert but expectations are water from eyes that will desertify the grassland.

The hope with which you started
the journey is not going to end
Destination is sometimes get confused with the most hardest way to mend

The brightness and darkness are part of a full day & not a measure intended
Blessings lie when you together pass the dusk & dawn of life without any bend

The moments are to be enjoyed together but standing together is appreciated
Stillness & loyalty are the base for any kind of alliance to be beautifully garlanded

The beauty and darkness are hidden companion and both should be mended
The agitated wind and splitting sails even unable to shake the bond of cloud & sand

Your drowning is just an illusion & some bonds are eternal, just needed a hand
Even furious waves can't sink the life of a pious kin which tremendously you found


There is no end of that life which is full of heart & ignored the treacherous mind
Some things are meant to be with life and that's the precious part of your kind