Somewhere it burns,the perfect triangles of love..
Somewhere the fear,it stayed inside,
As my time stopped..
The perfect triangles of chasing..
At times,it's better,to taste bitterness on your own,
Than living in a painful illusion..
At times it seems like perfected triangle of love,
Where we each stand at one edge, connected with heart and soul..
Yet next moment something breaks it apart..
And it is a hit so hard..
May be it is a bane of my existence,
So at times I just forget everything and smile..
Looking at the perfected triangle of us..
