16 May 2004, 8:50pm
There are no realms of reality if your mind is free
Thinking of nothing , acquiring everything
An ardent self-belief conflagrating my soul
Retrospect preaches lies,deceit and mistrust that now lie as a forgone land
But the heart still beats for her , forgetting
the beast mesmerised by the beauty
Time is inanimate , bound by the two hands of reality
that count down every second of existence .
The mind is what the heart deceives for pure blissful torture
And such a terminal plague love is that it rekindles relentlessly at the slightest sign of her being .
Current Mood: Heartbroken
Current Music: microtone