With a forlorn attempt to escape the conflict, I ended up writing these lines at one late midnight in the NLS hostel under the perfect star strewn night of Bangalore in the month of May:
Even with eyes wide open,
Image is blurred.
Even with layers of cerebrum entangled,
Heart stays confined.
With ignition of desire
Perpetuating the fence of self-control
Unmasking what is shoved underneath.
Brutal is the trampling
Leaving bereft with uncurable pain.
Can the shattered pieces
Ever conjure an image??
Will the valve of trust and faith,
Could help pass this maze!!
Even with eyes wide open,
Image is blurred.
Even with layers of cerebrum entangled,
Heart stays confined.
With ignition of desire
Perpetuating the fence of self-control
Unmasking what is shoved underneath.
Brutal is the trampling
Leaving bereft with uncurable pain.
Can the shattered pieces
Ever conjure an image??
Will the valve of trust and faith,
Could help pass this maze!!
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