The Winter Fall: Chapter Two

We have heard that it takes two to make a quarrel,

Perhaps this story too has a moral, 

They say one and one together makes eleven,

But what if one decides to stay in  heaven,

Heaven is a term of their imaginary comfort planet,

But it seems too far-drawn when they unlock the casket,

Casket depicts the blindfold they’re holding so far,

That they’ll not leave because I’m  their oxygen bar,

Perception have their own games,

Sometimes fair to both, sometimes leaving its own fame,

Owning the gem, conquering the war, not always important,

Important is getting the learnings from the new is where you reach,


The blame game has begun again, mental calm has been abducted by the pain,

The ground is set though with firey pane,

But no more subconscious allows me to fight,

However, I’m set to catch a long walk in solo besides,

Though that was the short shredded insight,

Still hoping the springtime will bloom with sweet delights.

The aparted paths: Chapter 1

Try to hold it tight, it will fall off of your palm,

The more unbounded space you’ll give, the longer it will calm,


It? = Water, Trust, Love, and Person!


And it’s the end of the story after all,

From the silly love tale to the misery of the dark wall,

Everything has a certain end as you know it’s a protocol,

No matter whether it’s beautiful as a blossom or an unexpected Darkfall,

But doing the right or hate is your most difficult call,

Trusting “the one” you might think you have it all,

So lost in love that seems you’ll never get rid off,

Chameleon is the daring enough to show it’s varying colors to y’all,

But witnessing similar on the person you adore, is killing you more,

Be courageous enough to admit the truth hiding beside the wall,

Seeing it prior before it’s too late, is a blessing for you for sure…..