Burning with hopes, my heart turned to ashes.
I saw light and got blinded.
To whom I shall vindicate the art of destruction?
I kept writing what I wasn’t supposed to pen,
So, it happened as it was supposed to hap.
Life looked right through my eyes,
Daring me to live.
Beams of sun onsetting the flares between us,
Clouds saying that life will win while me living
lifelessly.
IRONY!
IRONY! STRIKED!
But the eye contact didn’t break.
And only if I didn’t resist, I would have been free.
But pride came in, pushed me to fight and I did.
Coward! Said the life and bewilderedly I left!
