Liberated Love, lives on our free soul
Imprisoned inside a lonely skull
Lost the days that enveloped us
It's neither you nor me
That made us an island.

Why am I isolated, with cheers?  

Jaded eyes, leaking pain and pressure
Ironed clothes, flying and detached  
A mindful of thoughts, up and down
Handful of hope, loud and meek
I live and die swiftly.

Why am I isolated, with luck?

Can't touch a topic without adding the word "life" and "love"  
For me the synonyms of the duo is "hell" and "heaven"

Love can never be in air, it's stormy
It takes you for a toss,
Don't miss it taking you high
Only to fall and feel gross.

You still sanctity my dreams,
Worse than reality, your shadow hits me black.

I exhale - The dust of memories
I inhale - Promises in the air
Fragrant are your thoughts
So mysterious like our bond.

Ah, I'm hallucinated by memories......
Its time for the dawn to break,
I hear dogs barking far and near,
Birds chirping, Cool breeze ruffin the trees,

I refuse to sleep and dream
Why should I find you so near but never here,

No relation ends with a break,
It can only break but never end.

People forget, forget so easily like they breathe
With no try, we inhale love and exhale hate

We cut off pains that hold to life  
Never ask for apologies that can heal
Abandon truth to live a lie
Hide smiles that can mend hearts

Could really braid awful minutes
With shinning threads of love,
Birth was an unavoidable art of nature
Painted life with immense color of art,
Never minded many
To love some.

Giving up, with arms is valor
Loving with no expectation is spirit

I'm not thinking of you, in fact
I planned years silently around my
heart to find out ways or arms that
will fight your thoughts out.

Today..
I'm so packed with schedules that
lets me slip off all our memorable moments.
Well.. I'm happy to let that all dilute.

I've at last achieved to accept truth
Let me throw your memories like
how you threw me.

Still... there is a piece of love clinging
To my heart like a feather
Not sure to fall or hang.

Traffic signals are sports for our mind to loiter,
We look around to see
Vehicles, Pedestrians rushing off to work...
Place to make sure, Ah "I flow with the world"

The Immense morning freshness was strong,
Could smell the aura of shampoo and soap of many
Fresh on looks and mind
No one gave a care for anyone.

Wondered where these people headed to get lost
The beauty of the brand new day got lost with them
They came back to face a sultry evening
Waited for hours on the same traffic signals...

Can this be a brief about our modern day life's?