I stood there beside the
windows of opportunities
in mist of delusion,

as the wind blew in summer
make me weak to fever,
the sun had failed to make
me warmth by it's
vehement shade,

stood there brutally torn!
the words just now heard
going to last forever in my mind, heart and Soul!

what's going to change it? Nothing!

this past event of mine
going to recursive habitually
in my dark days of future

as my eyes shielded in transparent
tears,
I don't want anyone of those tears
to fall down,
I just wanna atleast capable
for holding this, which is mine

my feelings are just salt water
trembling to join the ocean of
hopelessness,

A tap on the shoulders'
can't get the strength to look
up,
my tears gonna fall anytime

"You look beautiful in this
dress, buddy"
my head did...