When the night falls, And you intentionally Increase the volume Of the earphones, Beyond the limit, Because you know How much you're Willing to slow down The rhythm of noises That consistently Dances on your Relay neurons. You weep so hard Beneath the Shiny silver scar filled moon, For you know that How it aches to be Imperfect with having All the potential of Beautiful essence.
When the dewdrops Melt at your eyes To burn fire in So bold-cold heart, And you let the whole Oxygen of your body To stop that fire Because you know That feelings will Dwell you back in The picosin of pain For the one that has left Already taught you That the one who will Come, Will leave too. Your soul pushes away The desire of love, Because when winter Arrives, Your bare feet and hands Make you realise that The autumn of your life Has never gone.
When the darkness Creates an emperor In your faded brown eyes, Your glabella Turns into the weapon With anger for black But not even letting The constellations of Your intelligence To reside in.
You turned into a wolf, Dressed in a cloth, But the tenderness in your soul, Still seeks the worthy For letting your woman side To come out.