when she slept,after a rant
i went straight to the balcony
to see the skies,
which i dream to climb
every ladder, crossing every star
leaving them behind,
to see the lunar scar
and i am so far,as of now
It's a high zone,
untold avow
and slowly and slowly
my dream buries
as i wake up with a turn,
towards the pillow
Spooning the mattress,
as I'd eat it all
no seas to dive,
no skies to fall
But the misery,lies,
though it can't
The only lie,i rely,
is too sad to be true,
If I'd hadn't left the other day
It won't be the mattress this time
Probably real spoon,
obviously real you
~vaibhv
