the more you get vulnerable
the more i tempt
disheartening at times
but never repent
invisible promises
inside the grave
let the time cover
and kill the rave
dreams,poems,songs
wherever i want you
create you,push you
and miss you
collecting the present
dispersing the past
waiting this to last
or for a fresh cast
yaar...kitna dard chupa rakha hai..jo itna kuch likh deti ho...
ReplyDeletevery nice...