When memory pushes us to a place,where we see things we donot wish to,
Ever again..
Embarking on a lonesome journey is the only way out..
When life every moment pushed the one we love,towards ruined destination,
Then embracing the broken self is the best way out..
In this lonesome journey,would there ever be a company,
After everything ends,
Heart never seemed to seek an answer..
May be it never even dared to look,
Towards you..
With hope..
To see love,in those eyes,
Where once hatred shone,
Where once pitch blankness shone..
Love,is this the feeling,where heart doesnot know..
What it seeks anymore?
Answerless,as blank as ever,I stand..
