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