When I was to embrace the sleep,
kissing the night,
Your wonderful self,
grazed across my thoughts...
touched me gently,
in my heart..
made me realise,
unfair shortness of life...
and I bit on my cracked lip,
sending ripples in my serene soul..
Too many questions...
what is the answer..
love being an option,
Love can make me alive,
can make me go dreadfully dead...
it can make my happiness laugh itself out,
may force pain to brim over eye's corner,
Reassurance it may whisper,
fearfulness it may smear on my face....
like a chameleon it polymorphs the colors..
and I wonder..
I fear..
deal with the excitement,
rushing its red in my veins...
more I fear..
why would you be near??
would I be left cold,
bleeding along with love?
would again be honestly told..
those dishonest scripts!
doubtful veracity,
and talks crypt,
noone wants to be there..
But would still want my share.