Everyday I died..
I knew they were nothing but summons of hell
Opening their mouths,ready to swallow me as whole..
Their perfect demure,words hid behind something I dreaded..
Yet love is all I craved for,love is all I search for..
Do you hear the knowledgeable ones,telling about love, surrender..
How love reigns over everything and anything..
Perfect words,perfect acts,that even actors would be amazed by two faced lives..
How great is their personality,how vast is their mastery over words..
How perfect is their control over emotions,how deep is their understanding of life..
Really,I feel so small,like a fool,standing infront of such giants,in their council of knowledge..
Searching for a small window to breathe,a small pin to open the lock and run away,
I ran ..
Bare foot,bleeding,not breathing..
Still I run..
May be one day,I would reach you,the person whose eyes tell me,love is life..
Love is you..
YOU ARE READING
The destroyed me...
PoetryJust some words,if it heals someone,helps someone in hard time,then words have value..