A sweet chanting of thy name,
and some bitter memories
you oscillate between her dreams and reality
changing cities for you
in search of solitary bliss.
A sweet chanting of thy name,
awakened a hope to reunite
camouflaging scars with her words
and her words with a smile
melancholy of a wicked heart
salty tears of the soul.
A sweet chanting of thy name,
reaching where you are
blinding the wound, opening her heart
found you within
a respite to her soul.
What roads and how much distance are we willing to travel to gift an interlude to our aching hearts and yearning desires? It’s a question I have always wondered. Humans are a piece of complex art and even more complicated is not their brain, but their hearts. Pretty little liars! Their hearts lie to the world but can the eyes hide the longing they harbour? O’ dear human, how long before you be one with your heart?
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