The drift in the feeling is mysterious as if it was like an albatross…
The panic was as if I borrowed something someone somehow for so little..
Isn’t it true the only thing that rules is when you have little option..
And then u transpire to be the invincible king of planet

Swiftly yes abruptly the world take a turn and it’s natural…
But what was the virtue of the only one
Nothing may be the wits had dies up some where
May be distance grew and capture was not done rather permitted

The lost bounty was not a surprise but yet is was brutal
And the homogeneity rules across the lines we drew centuries before…
And the fury of the lines is still alive it changes things, people, and feelings and…
No matter how and where the things are were supposed to be but yes it does

The last draw was not drawn, nor the gunpowder used, nor was the sword glinting..
But yet yet the fury came in the silent walk in the valley of ….
And the persecutor was appraised and awarded strange but yes it was none the less
The prize of being price less was thrown in the abundance of acquaintance

The claims turned in to blames, the flowers had dried not the words...
had it in it what it didn’t, that the feeling came out not for one, the same but for two...
May I have to learn and learn and to accept it as it had turned out...
From words changing it’s tune to face changing, from priorities to likes to...

the hidden treasure of the longing feeling, Hidden deep within was…
As if washed as if drained and merely was waiting to come up something true
And it did for once and was flown but yet blown in a subtle way
Kept on running on the ground nothing but to find it as if was disappearing each time

I fall down to nothing else but my own, still running chasing wanting fighting…
Yet to become the one I was not the one, was I living it to an honest testimony to self
I know I was but can’t be the same stir for many though the likes fall in…
Fall is the one never felt, same said the same for none but yes except thy! And till…………..