I fantasize impeccable things rectified through my petulance. But, deep down we know, Sky is meant for clouds Moon cradles her craters Sun prides his spots Faults epitomize the beautiful compulsions. We atone for the acknowledgements of; Imaginations and Reality searing within is the substitute of TRUTH.
Truth, we tend to hide behind the sultry veneers of untarnished lies. Truth, we tend to stumble upon repeatedly, besmirching reputations and mending the same.
Today, when I settle for an image, draped in crisp linens, waltzing to my favourite ballad. You, make me fall for your foolishness Manoeuvring my thoughts, imposing absolute truth on every lie, emulsifying your beliefs to my hopes.
My guile negotiations falling prey, to your blunt honesty And, I'm scared how the alleged rebel accepts the subjugation of your incisive verses. Yet, I pretend the stupid ingenuity.
Rising from the stupor of fake vanity I get scared of my loneliness stooping over, like a lost lover. I surrender myself and yet again, You make me pursue exuberant needs, I settle in your arms, where you kiss away all my fears Because,We want to live.