The extended leg,from the small circle it should move,
To something bigger,and darker,
The calculative eyes,the bold gait,
The words as if laden by gold..
The little thriller,
I might be busy somewhere else..
But the bullets hit the spot and burns me alive..
Someday,if you would..
I would wish for an answer,from you..
What is it that you think..
What is it that you feel..
It's just a lifetime anyway..
May be I am seeking a little calmness..
With everything else..
What about you?
