The body turned into amber
The existence fade away
Morning rain dragging the essence of heavy heart towards the end
Is life all about gambling ?
Is it all it can ever mean?
Not looking for Every thing sorted all once, Never did
But heart wanders in no geographical map
Desire for ones shoulder to cry on or lay its head on someone’s lap
Wonder why some people are bless
And some are all their life piece of mess
Is it the irony or is it the paradox of reality?
The more you want,the less it returns the clearity
Is it too soon or little too late ?
You meet mutual mate
You loose them again by your faith
Do pain fuels itself or is it craving to deny ?
Is it rational or just false believing?
Pain came in its thousand different versions each of them were one of the kind
Is there always a lesson to find ?