My fear of getting all alone hoovered by an unknown vacuum at one point of time intimidates me making me more worried cause it is a nightmare to see me without any thought in mind.All I can imagine my state of flux at such a time has been described here but I know if it would be,it would be much more gall than this............
Insinuated by the heart and rebuked by the soul,
I stood like no one when I deceived.
The day of my denial to what they spoke
Was the day I killed my dream.
The pieces of past like broken mirrors
Showed my face like a traitor
And turned me cold like a body of dead
Without any hope, without a narrator.
The one fine string that connects with sanctity
Is spun by the fiber of dreams.
Which gets stronger with our efforts,
Makes us rich everyday it seems.
I enjoyed, I gained while living with it
Since over the years it irked me.
Never was I at rest and peace,
Which looked like days of ecstasy.
I am a killer and a stealer,
Who defied my real being.
I am living like an impostor with a purloined soul
Whose dreams and desires can never be seen.
I wish I could drive back in the time
And fill in the vacuum I hired.
And create new dreams to see and cherish
For they are the ones to inspire.
