Somehow I'm breathing the moments bygone. The memories I cherish, under scorching sun. You're not the cool breeze; Not even the shade that I'm looking for. Why such dilemma then?!
Love is not a piece of paper that you can crumple and throw in bin. Its a paper seal instead, once affixed, can't be taken back without leaving marks on the skin.
Sometimes you wait at the closed doors longer than expected. Sometimes you just walk ahead of, not even halting for a moment, without pressing the doorbell.
A living mass of flesh and blood I'm. I do get hurt. It's so obvious. I've a heart that feels too much. I've a mind that keeps pondering over same thoughts. It's not your childish approach I know. Never mind, if I call you cunning then.