Miserable at Best !

Words and keeping distance from you has always served as my armor, whenever I used to have a temple of thoughts and unfathomable feelings for you, I just used it to hide myself. But now a days these words has started plucking my sheaths of oblivions. Now a days I write with a fragile hand, with a heart up my sleeves, with Uncountable emotions behind every stretched words I write. Now a days my every efforts to distance myself fails, because those hazel eyes of yours has pierced every dust and atom of my body and those heart palpitating smile of yours has settled inside my heart and now you’re flowing in every single nerve.

Having a claustrophobic mind I was afraid to await so much at closed places, and now I wait at the closed beautiful heart of yours. Interplay of situations beautiful isn't it? But somehow my dream sprung a leak and now all my intentions has been washed away. Sinned that what I’m now because the frantic inside me have fallen in love with you and it know no other way. Deviling deeper slowly and steadily withering the every last single bit of reality the enticing you, and now all my specs of soul are distraught. They no longer are bounded by fate to be together. Each one of them disperses and gets carried away by the currents towards you because you need to simplify things to the extent they cease existing. Convenience addicted that you are.

If you are a moth, you are bound to be attracted towards flame, having the knowledge that flame is usually dangerous for you does not seem to have an impact on your approach, instead knowing that you are an enlightened moth makes you more vulnerable to flame in a sense that no mind can fathom-that's human nature for us-complex yet so mystically engaging. And so was that moment when I was cradled in love, I was doomed, struck hard by the arrow of beast with the bow who pretends to be an angel. I wonder what people saw in that monster that they came to calling him 'Cupid'. Cupid???Are you kidding me? Isn't that a way too cute for a creature of his barbarism? First trapping innocent happy souls, lulling them into a world of alternate existence and then ruining their present. Anyways, I knew I had fallen his prey.  “And there was left nothing which I could fought, all I wanted was an escape.” I knew I was the stupid moth beholding my flame that is bound to incinerate me to a pile of ash sooner or later. But life lies in living and cherishing the moment, so off my eyes went for their trip. Stupid windows pane, they tend to fix their gaze on every entity that threatens my existence, because you will never know, what I think inside me and neither will, I know what you think about me, perhaps I gazed upon the star that was still unborn, the star of our togetherness, You, Me Coexisting as the world spins madly on.

Lulling myself into a virtual realm,
bounded to you with an invisible lace,
why didn't I have a heart I can cheat?
This stupid thing loves you more with every beat
This stupid thing some time makes a silent moan
because inside me surges a mighty teary cyclone  
why I fail to cast myself into another mould,
waiting for you to pronounce my life
Why I see you, my eyes when I close?
When not to drift to you, neither of them knows..
But one day I will fly
away from you
just like what you do.