“I’ve never been bruised..”
Never been bruised enough to proclaim my fidelity all across..
Hearts go on a round trip from moon and beyond..catering to each other’s needs..
Driving each other crazy like a mirage does in a cold desert!
Never been bruised enough to wage a war against beguiling rose petals and glimmering moonlight..
Hearts go on a round trip to infiltrated bundles of hope to a treacherous doom..
“Naah, again!! Never been there!”
To be bruised by a soul so enamoring that you loathe yourself…loathe yourself on why such tranquil soothed you back then!!
You are livid at a mere reminisce and yet you feel famished..wanting for that “serenity”.
Doomed souls, after a passage, get enraged on the blood they bled, tears they gulped, breaths they missed..
“C’mon!! Come up with metaphors, good ones..!”(latent whisper)
Okay, have you ever stuttered at a mere sight of a bewitching beauty??
Yeah, doomed souls have, after a passage….these are the ones, raging for love, a realm of broken,wanting visage!
“To mock them is no good, to not be there in the first place is a fair escape!!”
And as a pragmatic gesture, none want to get bruised…and yes..!!!
….. I’ve never been there…(latent voices of enigma still spinning )
Naah!!! You’re way over this…for
“I’ve never been bruised…”
An effort to sue up your minds with
a tale..on love and it’s aftermath. It’s enamoring for some while dreadful for many..