These days the stars don’t shine, like back in the day.
And I need wine to mediate the silence.
Even the tequila is not enough to satiate the thrist.
The thrust of Love, pain & betrayal.
It’s strange to feel; how rain emerges out of pain
and fragrances so strange all around us.
You are not an object or else,
you're rather an abstract, that tread here and there
You make noise even in the deepest part of my heart.
Your rumbling moan and whisper Still I heard,
I can't comfort myself and distracted by the echoes
melting the tranquility and dissolving the peace.
But I want you and I don’t want peace.
You are my peace. May be, I am all wrong.
I am in an illusion, illusion of myself on me.
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