As i turn away from a regular phenomena of time tearing,When the life of meadows assemble on a shore of undefined,
To meet a cosmic influenced tide while i dream about uncertainties,
Time, as you may call always changes, people as you may know,
always forget you in a moment of succinct ambiguity filled with horrendous desires.
A never ending story, this one is for the one who leaves you apart & killing a dead soul.
poetry as you may call it was never to be understood, Yet in this undefined hollow empty
life people run after the same regular tunnel of a never ending path of darkness where there is,
no one for the self, A child still awaits to get free from yourself & free from your social dogma,
Uncertainties like these always keeps on multiplying, I on the other hand always end up losing you,
