Maya..

Like King Solomon said, it's all Vanity!!

Eyes are tired,

Drains all night

Memories replenishing...

Like clouds they appear, disappear and reappear

Like how flashlights take away images

The stolen images remaining, but,

Where is the lost sense?

 

The sense of guilt,

Struck between the fear of want and the fear of losing,

That pricking moment!

Friction between desire and unattainable,

so close yet so far away, furthermore,

Insecurity hurts;

A Trial!

 

All disasters crumbles before failure,

Tears at dusk becomes the cup of tea-

Living becomes a social obligation..

 

You always get the right feelings on the wrong person!

Everything in the world is not yours,

It cannot be..