The world of wires
All tangled and tired.
Mutiple mutilations
But are they annihilations?

The journey begins
From end to end.
Just three colours
Catering life's summer.

Looked at the wires
Peeped into my desires.
They are emotions
Unaware of all notions.

Helpless by love
Each time turning out as bluff,
Sitting lonely in corner of hush
Being pushed by own emotional gush.

Envisaged my tangled wires
They are all mutilated
And brutally annihilated.


These are the wires,
That run from my heart
To your heart.

Those who meant to heart out
Are lingering alone to hurt out.

© Amrita Chandan