It pains when the world is not trustworthy
To dream is to trust, to trust is to love
It pains when there’s a sensation self-lost
To dream is to find own self, being own self is to love
It pains when there’s empty vision,
To dream is to dream you, to feel you is to love.
I
have heard the unknown tunes, insane in morbid but oh! I realise it’s not
unknown,
it’s the tune of my heart, it impalpably resembles each
corner of my heart.
There
is one woman in my life and one man,
known since I saw vision,
That very women seems who is to born for struggles,
To step the thorns, to bleed away her tender, being caged by
circumstances,
As she fought battles, she can see battles even it isn’t
there..!!
There is a man, seems as if born only to do and do...
He is blind...Because he never opened his eyes,
He can’t recognize his beloveds...what’s better can be
called blindness
Let it be...Let it be ...no one is responsible!
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