Feeling timid when I pen it down no remorse but yet the anguish
Longing to shed it away but the old pelt gives way to the other one
Laden with deep thoughts of self engrossed in the fury of desires
I chase something which far distant not from within but yet
Showering under the most enumerable distant closeness of concord
Pale thought refuse to distant, and I melt down closer to my soul
The shadow itself seems getting short to embrace my long walks
The parched and breathless long strides I run away pushing myself away
Where I land up I don’t know scared what would be where it would be
The linguistic oratory seems I don’t get a word to feel what sense it makes
But yet the words slip out like the drops from heaven I call it dew
No where I see black clouds ready to shed, shed a few more of lexis
Is it a state of confusion or know all I chose not to look at it as it is
But what I see is all I feel, no declaration but confined secret of disclosures
Liming in to it I feel the warmth of the shell and here in I live for it
The guards armed to feel the exit shall end, the meteor don’t reach me
What shall I cling to in this state of gravity seems to mislay me I float
Steering myself in agony of desires, I dream and I freeze
Sleeping of the most reluctant hay it diminish me to null
But yet I exist in those eyelids opening to new horizons of hope
